The Marriage Hexagram on the Overpass

Jiangning first saw her on the overpass at dusk. Small sunglasses, a shabby fortune-telling stall, an excessively beautiful face. She said her name was Su Lingxi—homeless, raised by an old Taoist priest, born with yin-yang eyes. Jiangning didn’t believe in the occult; he sat down purely bewitched by that face. She calculated his marriage fate, and as the divination landed, her expression shifted sharply. She scrambled to her feet to flee, but her foot slipped, and she tumbled straight into his arms. Jiangning didn’t know that certain destinies, once touched, can never be shaken off—what Su Lingxi saw was her own intertwined future with him. She feigned calmness to send him away, but the panic in her eyes betrayed everything. That night, he sensed something furtive outside the door…