"I give up, I give up. I've cracked three turtle shells already."
Xiaoyu tossed the cracked turtle shell into the trash can and looked up to ask Gu Tao, "Is a turtle shell dry waste or wet waste?"
"Don't worry about that now. Just hurry up and do the divination."
"I can't figure it out! Every time I get to the part of opening the divination, the turtle shell cracks. Don't you see?"
Yes, Gu Tao saw it, but why in the hell was it happening? Xiaoyu's fortune-telling was nothing like the crude methods of those rural quacks, so why couldn't even she figure it out?
"Let me tell you, three times is the limit. If it doesn't work three times, it means the heavens don't want it to be known, and forcing it could lead to disaster."
"What kind of disaster?"
"I would die," Xiaoyu put down what she was holding. "So, don't get your hopes up. Some people's fates can't be divined. But you could share why you want to know about it."
