An Xiaoning raised her glass and clinked it against hers. "It's all in the past. We ought to look forward to the future. What's important is that you've learned from your mistakes."
"Since you're so accurate in your predictions, would you help read my fortune?" Ling Ciye asked An Xiaoning.
"Of course. Tell me your birth characters. To make things clear beforehand, I only ever tell the truth without sugar-coating my words. Don't get angry if you hear something you don't like. But of course, it's entirely up to you to decide if you want to believe me. I think you have good judgment, though," An Xiaoning reminded.
Ling Ciye chuckled and said, "Are you afraid I'll get angry? I believe you, and I believe in my future too. Perhaps your words might give me a clearer idea of what to expect. I was born on the 22nd of February, at ten o'clock in the morning. You know my address."
