Song Yanxi believed in fate from a very early age; more than anything, she wanted to meet Chen Pingsheng in her next life.
Even if it meant she would exhaust all her life's savings.
How much money Song Yanxi actually had couldn't even be calculated with the supercomputer back home.
Her only wish for the remaining days of her life was to implore the heavens to allow her to meet Chen Pingsheng again in the next life.
Even if it was just a simple glance back, she would surely remember it forever.
She would recognize him at a glance among the crowds.
The next day, at the same familiar spot, Chen Pingsheng had stopped selling durians and had switched to fortune-telling.
As for Song Yanxi, she continued her business of selling genuine brand bags as imitation ones, all fixed at five hundred with no bargaining.
Her business wasn't very good; most people just came to look, not really intending to buy.
