Sunday, Magic House.
"Watch closely," Su Xiaoou's expression was serious and earnest as she shook a slip of paper in her hand. "This is a prediction, and I will place it here."
She set the paper aside and then took out the top five cards from the deck, laying them on the table face down.
"Each card, in fact, represents a kind of destiny. Each kind of destiny is a reflection of your reality," Su Xiaoou continued, and then she flipped over the cards on the table one by one.
"Now, here are five cards facing down, meaning there are four intervals. Now it's your turn to choose an interval to separate the cards into two piles," she extended her hand, gesturing "please."
"Um," Shen Xuwan was observing the five cards seriously, but their backs were identical, and she couldn't discern anything. So, she casually pointed to the middle, "I'll choose here."
