"It really did appear."
Emperor Chu said to Song Zhiyuan, "Speak up, over the past twenty years, we searched everywhere, heaven and earth, yet it was always futile. But suddenly, what was supposed to appear did and what wasn't supposed to, also appeared, like a buy-one-get-one-free deal. Song Yunzhi, do you think there's anything more dramatic?"
Not even fiction writers dare to write such plots.
Song Zhiyuan looked at the hall door and said, "There's nothing too strange in this world, just like the saying about how flowers don't stay red for a hundred days, they won't bloom endlessly without wilting..."
"You're wrong, fake flowers will."
Song Zhiyuan: "..."
No desire to chat anymore, can't continue the conversation.
Emperor Chu said somewhat irritably, "So you mean they're out of luck, doomed?"
"Possibly, perhaps they're just destined for bad luck, running into misfortune," Song Zhiyuan said with a slight smirk.
People, when unlucky, even cold water seems to jam their teeth.
