Looking for work outside under the scorching sun, Xin Chen felt very sad. Literary Society was once a member of the University of spare time, she began to write novels, occasional publication, royalties earned a little, but more often fallen on deaf ears. Junyi not want to see her so hard, Xin Chen said that with two people do not
Care about so much.
Watching TV at night, when suddenly it would depend on Junyi Chen Xin’s palm. Junyi was curious, he threw his left hand. Xin Chen bow seen very carefully, watched the palm with the fingers Junyi plan to plan to go.
Junyi, how your palm so petty ah, so many lines. Xin Chen, frowning, said anxiety.
Is the youngest. These
Lines represent?
Each person’s palm has three lines, representing the health, career, love.
I have so many lines that I owe you on behalf of a lifetime commitment. Junyi said smiling.
Xin Chen night had a dream. She and Junyi at the crossroads and assemble crowds moving. Old hand of a strange red cactus. Junyi Junyi, you see, it is our family’s cactus.