One day my palm literally itched to learn about my fate. Before I knew it, an uninvited ant was already crawling and, presumably, reading between my palm lines. Its two disproportionately long antennas were beating the air nonstop, apparently telegraphing an unspeakable message to me. Quite an enigma. Soon enough though, I had to let it go unceremoniously. Palm-reading didn't have to be that itchy.
No more psychic in any way, shape or form, please.
Author: Ren Qiulan
what I expected.