Tong Dan joked.
"I had my fortune told at the temple."
In front of her bestie, Tong Dan was still too green. Her attention was instantly diverted.
"What did you ask about?"
"Marriage fate."
Tong Dan was stunned, totally not expecting that.
Qing Qing acted like nothing was up, climbing the stairs as she went on, "The monk who did the divination said that he and I are a match made in heaven."
Tong Dan's expression turned even more blank, her brain extremely confused.
Hadn't Qing Qing always kept her mouth tightly shut on topics like this before?
"For real?"
"For real. I still remember the verse on the slip: Two shadows fall on the cold pool, one reed ferries through drifting clouds and smoke. Three lifetimes of dew on stone, two realms of sky within the mirror. Cranes cry beyond the blue firmament, fish sink into the jade-green sea abyss. Suddenly the golden wind rises, silently tying a fate of wood and stone."
