The street was bustling with vendors calling out their wares.
"Fortune telling, ten dollars per reading! If it's wrong, I'll refund you ten times the fee!"
"Ice cream! Get your ice cream!"
Matthew sat in front of a small fortune-telling stall, eyeing the old man across from him who wore small, round, black glasses. "Sir, I'd like a reading on my love life."
The fortune teller picked up a turtle shell from the table, shaking it in his hands before casting three coins onto the surface. After examining the coins closely, his expression changed dramatically. "Sir, your love life…" His voice was full of hesitation, as if he was reluctant to reveal some great secret.
Matthew instantly knew what he was after. Smiling faintly, he stood up and said to the fortune-teller, "I get it now, sir. You mean to say that love is unpredictable, and I should simply wait patiently. I appreciate the lesson."
He expressed his thanks and turned to leave.
The fortune-teller watched Matthew's retreating figure, speechless. He had just wanted to squeeze some money out of him—what love life secret? If Matthew had handed over cash, he would've rattled off some vague nonsense and claimed the truth was too mysterious to reveal. But now, this guy had walked away satisfied, conjuring up his own interpretation!
Matthew continued walking at a steady pace as he entered Willow Alley. In front of him was a long line of people waiting for the healing shop. Those in line barely noticed him, as if his presence was nothing out of the ordinary.
Standing at the back of the line, Matthew listened to their conversations.
"I accidentally cut my hand while chopping vegetables today, but the witch doctor waved his hand, and it healed right up," one person said excitedly.
"That's nothing! Last night, my mother-in-law gave me a beating, and by morning, all the bruises were gone," another added.
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