The woman stretched out her palm and waved it in front of He Zhilan, smiling, "Speaking of which, it's a special kind of fate. I have a mole in the center of my palm, my husband has one in his left palm, and our son has one under his left foot that's shaped just like the ones on our palms. I wonder if in the future my son will find a wife with a mole under her right foot."
"That really is fate," He Zhilan agreed, finding it curious. "According to many legends, maybe you and your husband are lovers from several lifetimes ago! In the future, when you look for a daughter-in-law, don't worry about anything else, just check if there's a mole under her right foot. If there is, she's definitely your daughter-in-law, no escape!"
At least He Zhilan and He Teng didn't have such complementary marks, but ironically, she and He Teng were undeniably having a second chance at romance. The first chance, after all, was something she had cut off herself.
