As the clock neared half past eleven in the morning,
the sun cast slanted rays upon the ancient cobblestone streets.
A street musician gently strummed guitar strings, the melodious tune wafting through the heart like a morning breeze, although this guitar sound seemed to carry an undertone of sadness.
The flow of people in the park began to thin out, with the majority lured away by the temptation of lunch, in search of that tranquil and satisfying midday meal.
However, amidst this tranquility, one spot was particularly bustling.
People lined up in a long queue, their gazes focused on a fortune-teller named Chen Yun.
He sat on what appeared to be a brand-new wooden chair, with a similarly new wooden table in front which was covered in a faded cloth, simply adorned with a few stones and a payment code.
When it was each person's turn, Chen Yun's gaze swept over the individual like a spotlight.
The words he subsequently spoke astonished everyone present.
