My aunt nodded and pointed towards the park as she spoke:
"These past few days quite a few people have been looking for you, but they're all here for fortune-telling, nothing special. But young lady, it's not for me to say, but always setting up a stall here isn't a long-term plan. You're so young, you should think about developing in other areas... This isn't a sustainable way to live."
My aunt spoke cryptically, but I understood her.
She meant that fortune-telling wasn't a proper career and that doing it continuously wasn't a long-term strategy.
"You don't have to worry about me, aunt. This is all temporary, I know what I'm doing."
I had barely sat down a moment when someone came over, and it wasn't just anyone – it was Lu Mingwei.
Because of the incident with Liu Zi'ang crying his eyes out last time, I had become quite well-known in the morning market. Everyone's peripheral vision would sweep my way when someone approached me, afraid they might miss out on some fresh gossip.