A thought crossed her mind. "Do you want me to read your fortune?" she asked suddenly.
The man blinked before quickly nodding. "Yes...yes, of course!"
He eagerly extended his hand.
Lana stepped closer, her fingers lightly touching his palm. Her gaze sharpened as she observed the lines, her mind calculating, analyzing.
Moments passed. Then...she reached a conclusion. 'His luck… is extraordinary.'
He would live a life that flowed smoothly, like a calm river under a clear sky. There would be almost no obstacles, no major setbacks, nothing that could truly shake his foundation.
Except for one. A single point. A single danger. A life-and-death calamity. It had already passed.
'Around the age of eighty…' Lana thought quietly, her fingers still resting lightly on his palm. 'He crossed it… and survived.'
From this point onward... Only fortune remained.
