Zhao Linlin stared intently at Zhao Yi and began to ponder, her eyes circling about.
Marriage?
Only ancient boudoir maidens would go to temples to pray for marriage!
Career?
Career is about the future; there's no way to prove it wrong no matter how you argue it.
Love?
"Aren't love and destiny the same thing?" Zhao Linlin found a loophole in the conversation.
"Of course not."
Zhao Yi put on a self-assured face, "Love is love, and marriage is marriage. Do you think dating and getting married are the same thing?"
"Uh, that's true!"
"Alright, I'll predict your career then!"
Zhao Linlin looked around, turned, grabbed her pencil case, zipped it up, and wickedly grinned, "Why don't you guess how many pens are in my pencil case?"
"What does a pencil case have to do with a career?" This time, it was Zhao Yi's turn to ask.
"Of course it does."