Wen Laibao's face used to be fair and rosy, radiant and glowing, her eyes bright and spirited.
But now, her complexion was dull and lifeless, her eyes devoid of spirit. Her forehead was even slightly darkened, indicating that her recent fortunes were very poor. Most frightening was the faint bluish tint on her nose bridge, and on the right side, a small scar interrupted the once-beautiful shape of her eyebrow, right at its peak.
If he hadn't guessed wrong, Wen Laibao would soon face imprisonment.
Lai Bao had a vague feeling that something was amiss. Recently, she had experienced numerous disasters. Had Mr. Ding foreseen something? So she asked, "Grandpa Ding, what's wrong with me?"
Mr. Ding didn't respond to her and continued staring at her palm lines, feeling somewhat distressed. Such good facial features and palm lines, all ruined by these scars. Her heart line was a mess, her energy flow blocked, even the life line was severed in the middle!