Astrology Hall with Flesh and Blood

Chapter 31

A Qiu grinned and laughed silently. "The old man stipulated that his children must have the character 'wood' in their names, but I'm an exception. He gave me 'grain' instead of 'wood.' 'Grain and wood make autumn.' Maybe I caught him off guard from the very beginning."

A-Qiu's mother was never Shen Yisen's mistress. She was just an ordinary maid in the Shen family compound, spending her days serving Shen Yisen and his many young and beautiful lovers, never daring to look them in the eye. A seemingly ordinary drunken encounter resulted in her becoming pregnant with the master's child. The moment the child was born, Shen Yisen immediately kicked the mother out, keeping only the baby. The girl was named "A-Qiu" and became a maid in the entire compound.

"No wonder!" Attorney Wang suddenly realized. "So, you have a strong motive for murder! Because Shen Yisen excluded you from the list of heirs, only by eliminating these three people can you have a chance to monopolize the inheritance!"

“You’re absolutely right,” A-Qiu said calmly, as still as a lake, “but believe it or not, I would never kill someone with my own hands. I hate that kind of cruelty from the bottom of my heart.”

Perhaps pressured by her overly calm expression, Attorney Wang had no choice but to concede, "But you're the one who imitated Shen Mingfeng and misled her time of death, right? So, the real person who profited from this case is the murderer, and you're just covering for her..." But another contradiction arose: Shen Mingjie was driving back to the Shen family compound with the two of them before 6:15, and only left for five minutes when parking in the backyard. How could she have cut off Shen Mingfeng's head and put it on the chandelier in such a short time?

“Indeed, she didn’t commit the murder alone,” the astrologer said with a wry smile. “In fact, I was the one who assisted her.”

Volume Three: The Hell Record - Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire Incidents (Part Five) - Complete

"It was me. Before entering, I kindly took the small travel bag from her and casually tossed it on the ground as she instructed. And this seemingly ordinary travel bag contained none other than Shen Mingfeng's head!"

"After that, placing the head on the chandelier is A-Qiu's task, right?"

A smile played on A Qiu's lips, seemingly praising the astrologer's insight. Lawyer Wang muttered repeatedly, "I can't tell, I really can't tell," before suddenly looking up and asking, "By the way, why isn't Shen Mingjie back yet? She said she went to the restroom, but she's been gone for so long."

The house was quiet, save for the rhythmic, desolate chimes of the grandfather clock. Twenty minutes had passed since Shen Mingjie left; she had vanished without a trace, never to return.

“She probably won’t come back,” A-Qiu said.

Ah Qiu was right. Lying sprawled beside the sink in the second-floor restroom was Shen Mingjie's warm body. She was slumped over the sink, her bright, lively eyes wide with disbelief and a look of utter shock on her face. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, which was covered in foam, and she clutched a toothbrush smeared with toothpaste tightly in her hand. She too had been murdered, becoming a rapidly cooling corpse, while she was brushing her teeth…

"It was you? You killed her too?" Attorney Wang was incredulous at this unbelievable scene.

Ah Qiu scoffed, "Mr. Wang, do you think I have the ability to be in two places at once and kill someone while speaking? I've been standing here ever since Shen Mingjie left, without moving an inch. I didn't kill anyone," she emphasized again, "However, I do have an interesting little story that I can't help but share with you."

To make a grand entrance, Shen Mingdu deposited two thousand yuan and borrowed a Xiali from a friend to drive to the Shen family compound.

Inheritance, good heavens! The thought of his deceased father, whom he'd never met, made him grin from ear to ear. Even though he had two younger sisters, he was still the eldest son, so he was entitled to a large share—millions a piece of cake! In his elation, he glanced at the maid tidying the room. A large, blood-red plate fell out of the wardrobe with a thud, looking incredibly eerie. Just as the maid was about to hide the plate, Shen Mingdu shouted, "Put it down!"

Then, he heard Shen Yisen's real will on that black vinyl record.

After warning the maid not to speak, Shen Mingdu picked up the wine bottle and squinted, deep in thought. The old man wasn't crazy; he didn't actually want them to fight each other to determine the ultimate victor. If they lost, forget about his grand plans; even the car deposit was borrowed from all sides—how was he supposed to repay it? No, he had to find a way to win! He racked his brains, recalling everything he had seen and heard. The sound of rushing water outside the door gave him a great inspiration. Why not do it this way?

He remembered reading in a newspaper that when brushing your teeth, you inevitably swallow some toothpaste. If the toothpaste is poisonous, the toxicity will accumulate over time and cause an attack… He couldn't help but applaud his brilliant idea. Back when he worked at a chemical plant, he had stolen a bottle of potassium cyanide. In the Shen family, the three siblings' toiletries were strictly separated, and the maids naturally wouldn't dare use their masters' things without permission. So, using a syringe, he carefully injected the potassium cyanide into the toothpaste his two sisters used—not too deep, but definitely not shallow—within a week, those two women would definitely die of poisoning and wouldn't inherit a single penny!

Shen Mingfeng's heart was filled with sorrow.

If it weren't for the maid, A Qiu, discovering a strange record, she would never have dreamed that her father would be so biased, distributing the inheritance in such a way! "It's over," she heard her own helpless cry, "I definitely won't get anything." From a young age, she hadn't inherited her mother's beauty at all, enduring the scorn of the world—she also knew Shen Yisen's harsh standards regarding women's appearances, and as an ugly daughter, she was clearly unworthy of her father's approval. Shen Mingdu being fat and stupid was one thing, but Shen Mingjie was clever, beautiful, and had a hot figure; she truly didn't know why heaven favored her so much! She undoubtedly deserved the title of "outstanding" her father spoke of!

Since the weather is not cooperating, I must work even harder! She clenched her fists inwardly.

The roar of a car engine came from the backyard. Those brother and sister, both of them own cars, are obviously rich. What are they trying to do with my inheritance? She was so angry that her stomach ailment flared up again. She lay on the bed groaning. Suddenly, a sinister smile crept onto her lips.

Simply loosening the bleed screw on the brake caliper causes the brake fluid to leak out completely when the brake pedal is slammed on during braking… Such a simple maneuver resulted in brake failure, causing the car to hurtle along a mountain road. A fireball leaped into the air and tumbled through the mountains, flames licking at the writhing, groaning bodies inside the steel cage, charred sparks scattered across the valley… No, not sparks, but money—hundred-yuan bills fluttering like butterflies, dancing, dancing…

For a woman like Shen Mingjie, receiving help in her time of need was the most welcome thing imaginable. She had just stepped off the operating table after an abortion, only to be met with a breakup letter from her ex-boyfriend and a mountain of installment bills. He had said he wouldn't be responsible for her debts anymore. Just as she was worrying about her next meal, she was summoned to the Shen family mansion. She arrived gracefully in a Citroën Fukang, which she had only paid the down payment for, dressed radiantly like a celebrity. The maid, A Qiu, practically worshipped her like a goddess. Upon entering, she tossed A Qiu several pieces of counterfeit Cartier jewelry, a gesture intended to bribe her insider. A Qiu didn't disappoint; the next day, she anxiously presented her with a blood-red vinyl record. According to A Qiu, she had found it while tidying the master's bookcase.

Hearing it, Shen Mingjie was stunned. It took him a long time to recover from his shock.

"That old man, even in death he's still restless, coming up with such a crooked idea to trick us!" But then she thought again, no matter how you look at it, she was probably the smartest and prettiest of the three siblings, so she felt a little more at ease for the time being.

However, fate was not so kind to her. It was Ah Qiu again, excitedly telling her that she had seen the young lady lurking suspiciously in the backyard garage. Half-believing, she went over and found Shen Mingfeng blocking her car. The inspection results made her gasp: the brake fluid in Shen Mingdu's Xiali had been completely drained! If her Fukang had been similarly affected, according to the original plan, Shen Mingjie would have been driving to pick up Lawyer Wang halfway there, and she would have been killed in the crash! She had a fierce argument with Shen Mingfeng; the evidence was irrefutable—that ugly woman actually wanted to escape! In a fit of rage, she grabbed a water pipe and smashed it over the back of her head!

"What should we do next?" A Qiu asked the second young lady. "You're heartless, so don't blame me for being ruthless too! To avoid raising a tiger that will become a threat, kill her!" A bluish light flashed between Shen Mingjie's brows. The two of them worked together to lift Shen Mingfeng into the trunk of the Fukang. Afterward, Shen Mingjie drove her unconscious sister home as if nothing had happened, picking up Lawyer Wang and the astrologer.

Then, while she was parking the car in the backyard, she chopped off Shen Mingfeng's head and appeared in front of the two men carrying a small travel bag—all of this took only five minutes.

“Next, just as Mr. Xue thought, you put the bag of heads on the ground. I’ll drag the body from the trunk into the backyard and bury it with grass; then I’ll put the heads on the chandelier. By the time I finish all this, the chicken and mushroom stew will be ready.” A-Qiu smiled slightly.

“But I did not kill anyone, not a single one. Shen Mingfeng died by Shen Mingjie’s knife, Shen Mingdu was killed by Shen Mingfeng’s hands and feet, and Shen Mingjie,” she said with a meaningful sneer, “if you go upstairs, you should find that she died from poison by Shen Mingdu.”

"Yet it was you who instigated them to kill each other, yet you so skillfully escaped unscathed, without shedding a drop of blood! My God!" Attorney Wang exclaimed exaggeratedly. "You are Mr. Shen's most favored and outstanding heir! Come on, sign the papers! Ten million is all yours!"

The astrologer stared coldly at A Qiu, the ghostly flames shooting from his green eyes sending chills down one's spine. "Your hands are indeed untouched by the blood of the dead, but for the rest of your life, your soul will be scorched in the flames of hell, and pain will permeate your life and reach the afterlife."

A Qiu's mouth parted slightly, forming a silent mouth shape: "Fire."

“I’ve always been in hell,” she said. “In the past, and in the future.”

The astrologer opened the door, and a long-unheard, clear little girl's voice rang out, "Sir, let's go home!"

"What are you doing here? Did you come here all by yourself?" he asked in surprise.

"Hmph, who told me I'm the world's greatest psychic? All the wandering spirits along the way are vying to tell me your whereabouts!" Maya boasted again. "Oh, and they even asked me to give you their regards!"

The astrologer scooped Maya up in his arms. He had never felt the doll in his hands feel so warm as he did tonight. "Compared to the fiery hell on earth, I'd rather be close to the cold, ghostly world," he whispered to himself.

Volume 3 Hell Records: My Eyes Are Only on You (Part 1)

On a stormy spring night, just as Yan Wuyue was nestled in the warm embrace of her bed, the phone rang. She picked up her phone; the pale blue screen showed it was exactly midnight. She opened her eyes wide in the darkness, too lazy to leave her cozy bed to answer what might be a wrong number. So she remained motionless, sprawled out on her back, quietly waiting for the ringing to stop.

The phone rang persistently in the dormitory, ringing again and again, as if representing the endless patience of the person on the other end of the line. Yan Wuyue heard Lin Na and the others tossing and turning anxiously, muttering something under their breath. They, who had remained calm amidst the flashes of lightning, had been awakened. With no other choice, she threw on a coat, slowly climbed out of bed, and shivered involuntarily as her bare feet touched the icy cold iron railing between the beds.

"Hello?" She grabbed the phone impatiently, hoping the other person would be sensible and quickly let her go back to bed. However, things didn't go as planned. From the moment she picked up the receiver, she didn't hear a single human voice on the other end, only the faint noise of the air in the line. She said "Hello" several times, but the only response was the hissing of electronic noise. Damn it, the line's crossed! She cursed angrily, about to slam the phone down, when then, a faint, almost imperceptible voice softly sounded:

"Waaaaah..."

The sobs were weak and feeble, like needles suddenly rising from the microphone and piercing Yan Wuyue's ears, a ghostly wail that sent chills down her spine. She suddenly remembered that it was a familiar cry.

"Yan Qi?" She was Yan Wuyue's fellow villager and also her good friend.

“Wuyue…” She was still crying uncontrollably, and Yan Wuyue’s heart, which had finally settled, tightened again. What’s wrong? Who bullied you? I’ll get revenge for you! She kept asking, and Yan Qi on the other end of the phone finally stopped sobbing, managing to utter a single sentence through her tear-soaked throat:

"He...he doesn't want me anymore!"

"Him?" Yan Wuyue suddenly realized, blaming herself for being so slow-witted. Indeed! Besides the "him" destined for her, who else could possibly break her heart and leave her with such unrequited love?

Xiao Lan, Yan Wuyue's senior in the same department, was two years ahead of her. When Yan Wuyue and her classmates entered the university, Xiao Lan personally went to the station to pick her up. Unexpectedly, he fell in love at first sight with Yan Qi, a junior from another department, and after a persistent pursuit, finally won her heart. Although he was of average appearance, he was quick-witted and hardworking, and during his junior year summer vacation, he interned at a world-renowned IT company in Shanghai. Despite their long-distance relationship, he would call Yan Qi every night to check on her, his few words filled with deep affection. Yan Wuyue couldn't help but secretly envy Yan Qi's good fortune.

Now they're breaking up, and it was the senior who initiated it? What exactly happened?

Yesterday marked their one-year anniversary of officially getting together. Yan Qi waited by the phone early in the morning, eagerly anticipating a gentle blessing from her beloved. But the clock ticked from 8, 9, and finally to midnight, and the phone remained silent. Growing impatient, she picked up the phone and dialed her senior's home phone. He lived in a company-provided apartment and usually got off work around 9 pm, so he should have been home by now.

No one answered the door at home.

She was frantic with worry, fearing something had happened to him, and dialed his cell phone again, not caring whether he was asleep or not. As expected, the phone was switched off. She sat alone in the empty corridor, clutching the phone, which was destined to never answer, with only a streetlamp casting a helpless light above her head. She felt a desperate urge to cry.

It wasn't until the next morning that she finally managed to contact Xiao Lan. She hoped nothing had happened. She didn't know how she'd gotten through the entire night, mechanically dialing his cell phone again and again until nine in the morning when she heard his hoarse voice on the other end. She gasped in surprise, a mixture of joy and tears. "Where are you? Why weren't you home last night? Why didn't you answer my calls? Did something happen?" A barrage of questions rained down on him, but he sighed wearily and chose to remain silent.

Then, she decisively broke up with him.

His words struck her like a thunderbolt, leaving her completely stunned. She pleaded with him to change his mind, but how could a man with a hardened heart be softened by a woman's mere tears? Seeing that she refused to agree, he flew into a rage and slammed his phone down.

"He..." Yan Wuyue carefully chose her words so as not to provoke Yan Qi, who was in a very difficult situation, "Do you know what the reason is?"

A woman's cold, mocking laugh came from the other end of the phone. Her voice was chilling, sending shivers down one's spine. "Women!" she cried out shrilly. "Isn't it all because of women!"

Being alone in a foreign land, the loneliness under this pressure was intensifying, and Xiao Lan was no exception. Although he had a girlfriend, he couldn't escape the unbearable loneliness in both his body and soul. Another girl at work kept flirting with him, and he couldn't resist his inner desires. They had only known each other for two weeks when, after a drunken night, he went to her apartment and spent the night… On his anniversary with Yan Qi, while she anxiously awaited his call, he was in bed passionately intimate with a woman he had only known for fourteen days…

Yan Wuyue fell silent. She never imagined that Yan Qi's suffering was so profound, far exceeding even her wildest imagination. When her senior brother recounted his romantic history to her, her heart must have ached more than if stabbed by knives and needles, more scorching than if consumed by flames. Yan Wuyue could imagine the anger slowly building within her, a fury more turbulent than ocean waves, more intense than a storm. If the fire of anger could materialize and burn a human, then her senior brother and his new girlfriend would be engulfed in the flames of hell, burning from the first level to the eighteenth.

She stayed with Yan Qi, silently weeping. Only when Yan Qi's sobs gradually subsided, turning into a speechless choked sob, did she muster the courage to ask, "What do you plan to do from now on?"

I won't let them get away with this," Yan Qi whispered quickly into the phone, a murmur that sounded like a devil's whisper, sweet enough to suffocate you. As long as the stars still shine in the night sky, as long as the sun and moon pass by and the water never stagnates, I will make them suffer a fate worse than death, to struggle and suffer in hell just like me!

Volume 3 Hell Records: My Eyes Are Only on You (Part 2)

Before Yan Wuyue could react, the phone hung up with a "beep," leaving her alone at the door, completely baffled. Then, she drifted off to sleep with a belly full of questions.

She had nightmares all night, trying several times to wake up, but it was as if an invisible hand was gripping her legs, making her unable to move. She remembered looking down and seeing two distinct, bright red wrist marks on her ankles. When she finally crawled back to reality from the mire of her deathly dream, it was already dawn.

"Yan Qi!" She suddenly remembered the strange phone call from last night and jumped out of bed. Her premonition had unfortunately come true. Yan Qi had cried all day yesterday, and in the evening, despite her roommates' desperate attempts to stop her, she said she was going "out for a walk" and refused to let them accompany her. And then she never came back. Yan Wuyue's heart pounded with anxiety. She hesitated whether to tell anyone about last night's phone call—the talk of "hell" and "curse" was truly absurd. But upon closer reflection, the background noise from Yan Qi's call wasn't just phone noise at all.

It's more like the flames of hell burning, the hissing sound of licking its prey.

A full day after Yan Qi disappeared, Senior Brother Xiao Lan returned to school. Yan Wuyue originally thought he had come specifically to apologize to Yan Qi, and that he had asked her to act as a mediator. However, the first thing he said was, "Please help 'her' find a place to stay!"

"Her?" Yan Wuyue asked in confusion. Only then did she notice that behind her senior brother stood a fashionably dressed girl, whose face and clothing exuded a mature style. At first glance, she appeared quite beautiful with her fair complexion and rosy cheeks, her thick lipstick almost dripping onto her chin. However, most of the colors on her face were drawn on with makeup: ivory foundation, bright red lips, and dark eyebrows—everything about her exuded an artificial feel, making it impossible to discern what kind of face was hidden beneath the layers of makeup.

"That's his friend," the senior student explained awkwardly, spreading his hands. He'd just happened to be on holiday from work and had come to H City with him for sightseeing. Hearing his nonchalant tone, Yan Wuyue was seething with anger. Wasn't this too much of a coincidence? Sightseeing? She'd been in H City for so long and had never discovered any scenic spots. Just then, Yan Qi was dumped and disappeared, and the rumored male lead had brazenly appeared with his new lover—Yan Wuyue initially wanted to refuse outright, but then she thought, why not do them a favor and secretly observe them? Her sole focus was on finding fault with this "adulterous couple" and helping Yan Qi vent his anger; whether she could get justice was no longer her concern.

Just then, Xiao Yu moved upstairs to a fellow doctoral student's room to enjoy a double room (at K University, doctoral students share a room in pairs), leaving an empty bed in the dormitory. Yan Wuyue then let the girl move into Xiao Yu's bed.

But all her efforts were in vain. The girl simply tossed her luggage into the dormitory, then left arm in arm with her senior, and didn't return until 11:30 PM when the girls' dormitory was locked. Lin Na and Lu Bing couldn't help but whisper among themselves, and Yan Wuyue did too; everyone was thinking the same thing: Did they go to a hotel?

"How thirsty!" Yan Wuyue cursed inwardly. They couldn't bear to be apart even for a whole night, and couldn't wait to stick together. If she had known this would happen, wouldn't it have been more convenient to just book a room in a hotel? Why bother finding a bed in the girls' dormitory? There was another thing that made her even angrier.

Yan Qi has disappeared, and Senior Brother didn't even bother to ask about her. He was busy having fun with his new girlfriend. Isn't that a bit too heartless?

I will not let them go. In the darkness, Yan Wuyue recalled the eerie phone call at midnight last night, Yan Qi’s curse full of resentment: As long as the stars still shine in the night sky, as long as the sun and moon travel and the water does not stagnate, I will make them wish they were dead, and make them struggle and suffer in hell like me!

Hell? Yan Wuyue shuddered violently, as if doused with a bucket of ice water, feeling a chill run through her from head to toe. Only at this moment did she vaguely realize that Yan Qi might already be dead, having uttered a vicious curse before his death, sending that couple to hell just like her.

No, wait. Woman, dead woman, hell, curse—as far as Yan Wuyue knows, there is one person who can connect all of these keywords, and only this person can fulfill Yan Qi's curse wish.

There's only one problem: his price is very high, so high that it requires the master's life and flesh to exchange for it.

"Tomorrow will see a square between Venus and Pluto, perhaps a small hurdle in your love life. Ultimately, a relationship is built on two independent individuals. Please think carefully before making any decisions about your romantic entanglements..." When Yan Wuyue arrived at No. 666, Frozen Street, an astrologer was sitting in front of a girl, reading her fortune. The girl had a devout expression, her palms, spread out on the table, were white and delicate, but the lines were extremely chaotic. Yan Wuyue had read a little about palmistry and knew that it meant her life would be full of ups and downs.

After finally seeing the guests off, the astrologer ordered Maya to make her a cup of hot milk. "Use the infant formula I just bought," he emphasized casually. Yan Wuyue had no time to wait for the milk; instead, she eagerly inquired about his recent "business."

"It's doing very well," the astrologer said, as if reading her mind, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He deliberately teased her slowly, "Today's not so good. I've only taken five clients this morning. But what can I do? It's the May Day Golden Week. If it were any other day, well, you've never seen anything like it. The line outside the astrologer's office stretches all the way to the entrance of Frozen Street. I can't keep up with it all..."

She abruptly interrupted him, simply out of impatience, "And then, they all ended up in your stomach?" She stared unceremoniously into the astrologer's eyes, pressing him relentlessly, "You're a ghoul who feeds on your customers, aren't you?"

She chuckled softly, her beautifully shaped eyebrows arching upwards in a serene and joyful manner. Her captivating smile even made Yan Wuyue's heart skip a beat. "You flatter me too much, Miss. In fact, my appetite isn't much bigger than yours," a mischievous glint flashed in his icy green eyes. "Besides, I've been on a diet lately."

Really? Yan Wuyue was skeptical. An average human male consumes about 200 grams of meat per day. Considering the astrologer's physique—a ghoul and a tall, slender build—his intake would at most double, to 800 grams per day, or at most one kilogram. Multiplying that by 30 days a month, that's 30 kilograms of meat per month, and 360 kilograms per year. The average weight of a modern young woman (an astrologer's favorite) is around 50 kilograms. Even assuming bones make up 50% of her weight, that translates to about fifteen women dying in his mouth each year.

Thankfully, there weren't many. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Volume 3 Hell Records: My Eyes Are Only on You (Part 3)

“My only headache right now is that there are too many guests and we can’t finish eating,” the astrologer said earnestly, holding up a brightly printed brochure, which was an advertisement for a famous brand of refrigerators. “Should we buy the largest freezer possible? Guests who can’t finish their food at once can put it in the freezer first.”

How terrifying! Countless strange fantasies flooded Yan Wuyue's mind, as if the unfortunate Yan Qi, like the astrologer's previous sacrifices, was now lying at the bottom of the freezer, eternally asleep under the cover of ice and frost, her eyes wide open in death, still clinging to the promised "curse"... Only then did she remember the purpose of her trip, which had been interrupted by the astrologer, and she stood up abruptly. "I didn't come here to listen to your gossip," her eyes gleaming. "Have you seen her?" She held up a photo of Yan Qi.

In an instant, just an instant, she was certain the astrologer's icy green pupils dilated rapidly, then returned to their usual nonchalant normalcy. He shook his head, a clearly malicious smile playing on his lips, but then he deliberately turned away and cleared his throat forcefully:

"Is the milk not ready yet, Maya?"

"No need to trouble yourself," Yan Wuyue replied dejectedly. It seemed she was definitely not going to get any information out of the astrologer today, so she had no choice but to slink away from the astrology shop.

Her lithe figure had barely left when the astrologer, unable to support himself any longer, collapsed heavily onto the table like a crumbling mountain. "Yogurt..." he murmured. Hearing the call, Maya rushed out, calling "Master!" and straining with all her might to lift the astrologer's heavy head, ensuring his shaggy, monstrous hair wouldn't be covered in dust. Overwhelmed by the weight, she grimaced in pain, yet stubbornly remained silent.

“Yogurt…” he repeated softly. Maya didn’t move, her expression a mixture of anger and anxiety.

"You're such a big idiot!" she muttered, clearly sulking. "You're starving, yet you're still putting on a brave face and bragging! What's the point of drinking so much yogurt? It's completely devoid of nutrition..."

As expected… he'd reached his limit. The astrologer looked utterly exhausted; business had been slow for days, and he hadn't had a proper meal. Yogurt, while delicious, was ultimately just a human beverage and couldn't replenish his energy. Since that was the case…

“Why don’t you eat the tomboy, sir?” Maya spread her fingers and gently combed his half-black, half-white hair. “Or, how about the girl from the other night? Wasn’t she willing to make the deal? Although she didn’t quite understand the true meaning of ‘business’…”

The astrologer slowly pieced together her image in his mind. Long hair, a small, egg-shaped face, above-average looks, possessing a simple and unassuming beauty, a shy demeanor, a frail, underdeveloped body, her waist so thin it was heartbreaking, yet she had a pair of unusually dark and bright eyes. Before he could even speak, two clear tears streamed down her face from those large, dark eyes—tears of heartbreak from love.