"This fated person's trouble has also been resolved!"
"Next up is the last fated person for this session. Please, staff brother, help switch the connection."
As the show neared its end, Yao Yao's moon-like face couldn't quite hide her smile.
She took a sip of the sweet pomegranate juice by her hand, the fresh liquid staining her lips an even rosier hue.
[This is too fast! Three fated people are really too few. Master, slow down your pace, the progress bar can't hold on, boohoohoo!]
[Director team, are you incompetent? Our variety show is trending on hot searches every day by word-of-mouth, it's almost a phenomenon, and you're not adding more slots? What are you thinking?!]
[Such immense fortune, and you can't even grasp it, you useless, utterly useless trash.]
Netizens clamored that it wasn't enough, but they dared not directly challenge the Master. Instead, they turned their ire, unanimously attacking the director.
This well-calculated plan to "strike the mountain to shake the tiger" made the director, monitoring the situation in the control room, frown.
His thoughtful expression genuinely seemed to be considering the feasibility of the suggestion. After all, appropriately accommodating the audience's suggestions in a variety show could occasionally lead to unexpected popularity.
"Wow, hello, beautiful big sister! What problem do you need help solving?"
Yao Yao didn't know the director might be "adding tasks." Even if she did, she wouldn't refuse. After all, one more slot meant one more merit, which was a huge gain for her!
At this moment, her small face was full of smiles, as she politely greeted the newly connected fated person.
The latter was a woman in her twenties. Her skin was as smooth as white jade, and her high bun made her look somewhat youthful, almost like a high school student.
However, her expression was a little dazed. Her beautiful phoenix eyes had faint red streaks, and there were dark circles under her eyes, making her appear somewhat fatigued.
"Hello, Master!" she said softly.
She had watched the previous two live streams, so she knew the process after the Master's inquiry.
It was precisely because she knew that her expression was hesitant. As she remained silent for a while, Yao Yao couldn't help but prompt, "Big sister?"
"Ah... no... I'm sorry, I just zoned out."
The fated person's face reddened. To be distracted while getting a divination was quite impolite.
Yao Yao smiled and shook her head, saying, "It's alright. You can tell me now."
Her beautiful large eyes blinked earnestly. Seeing this, the fated person couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Although she felt some resistance, the urge to uncover the truth was even more pressing. She paused, then articulated the question she had been pondering for a long time.
"Master, actually... I want to know if my boyfriend... is still by my side."
The fated person's words were a bit disjointed. Yao Yao, hearing them, didn't quite grasp it at first.
But then she glanced at the situation in the latter's 'Spouse Palace' (a specific area in face reading/astrology), and immediately understood what the fated person meant by "left."
She saw that in the latter's 'Life Palace' (another area in face reading/astrology), there were currently two 'peach blossoms'—one bright and one dim. The dim one was entwined with the aura of death, meaning the person in question had passed away.
Normally, when a person dies, it's like a lamp extinguishing. The numerous traces left by the deceased should only leave faint marks on their living relatives.
Simply put, this 'peach blossom' shouldn't still be in the fated person's Spouse Palace; it should have withered long ago.
Such a result could only mean one of two things: either the living person couldn't let go, or the deceased was unwilling to leave, or both...
This kind of bond between the living and the dead, neither truly broken nor intact, meant that many past traces would not dissipate. This was precisely the so-called "what is on your mind will always find an echo."
"Beautiful big sister, if you want to divine this, I'll need a photo of your boyfriend!"
After clarifying her thoughts, Yao Yao's brows unfurled, and she spoke in her sweet, childish voice.
"Okay, I'll send it to you now." The fated person was relieved that the Master didn't mind her unconventional request.
She quickly selected a photo of her boyfriend from her album and sent it to the Master's backend.
Then, she waited expectantly and nervously, looking at the Master.
Her demeanor clearly indicated she had wanted this answer for a very long time.
Yao Yao heard the notification sound and looked over.
Subsequently, surprise flashed in her eyes, because she discerned that the fated person's beloved had a special identity.
The latter had actually been a police officer who died in the line of duty.
Such a person, in life, must have been imbued with merit. After death, according to calculations, they should have already reincarnated.
Yet, Yao Yao divined that the latter was still by the fated person's side, even within the very room.
At this, her expression changed slightly.
One had to know that the fated person's boyfriend's "head seven" (seventh day after death, a significant mourning ritual) had long passed. The fact that he was still lingering in the mortal realm undoubtedly meant he had become a lone soul, a wild ghost.
And an yin soul lingering in the mortal realm would constantly weaken each day. Even someone suspected of having merit couldn't withstand such attrition.
Yao Yao's mind stirred, and she quickly began to calculate carefully, which then verified her conjecture.
The latter's merit had now almost entirely dissipated, and his soul body was beginning to weaken. If his merit was completely consumed, it was uncertain whether he would even qualify for reincarnation once he reached the Netherworld.
Yao Yao did not want such a great hero, who had made significant contributions in life, to meet such an end.
Thus, she paused, then said in a clear, crisp voice to the fated person, "Beautiful big sister, he is indeed by your side, but his current state is not very good."
The old Daoist priest had said that the one who tied the knot must untie it. He was unwilling to leave, likely for the fated person's sake.
Therefore, to resolve this, it seemed the fated person herself would have to intervene.
"What's wrong with him? Is he in some danger?"
"He's a very stubborn person. If you can't persuade him, just let me do it. I can persuade him."
The fated person clearly cared deeply for him. Upon hearing that his situation wasn't good, she immediately couldn't sit still.
She didn't even doubt whether the Master was lying to her, as she herself believed in ghosts and gods.
Especially recently, there had been traces of her ex-boyfriend's little habits constantly appearing around the house, which made her firmly believe that his soul had not left her.
It was just that, apart from the Master, everyone else thought her conjectures were merely excessive longing causing delusions.
Now, with the Master's affirmation, her emotions became difficult to calm.
Seeing this, Yao Yao had to speak up to steady her. "Beautiful big sister, don't worry yet. You will definitely need to step forward later, but before that, we need to find the big brother first."
"Okay, I... I'm not worried. I'll listen to everything you say."
The fated person also knew her emotions were unstable. She tried hard to calm herself down.
The difficulty of doing so was known only to her; her unconsciously trembling fingers directly exposed her unrest.
Yao Yao naturally saw all of this, but she said nothing. Everyone had their little emotions, and as long as it didn't affect what came next, she would pretend not to see it.
So, Yao Yao then slowly began to instruct the fated person on how to search for him.
A long moment later, the fated person was dumbfounded.
Her gaze was fixed on the golden retriever, which she had roused from its den, her expression one of speechless bewilderment.
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