The delicate boy I picked up after traveling through the book is a big devil

When Song Yu woke up, it was already bright outside.

She suddenly sat up from the bed, quickly put on her clothes and shoes, tied her hair, and went to the door to open it.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Qingxi standing at the door with a basin of water.

"Miss, you're up. The young master asked me to get some water for you to wash your face." Qingxi said to Song Yu.

Song Yu was surprised and asked, "How long have you been here?"

Qingxi said, "Not long after, the young master went downstairs to prepare breakfast."

"Oh, I'll do it myself." Song Yu reached out to take the basin from Qingxi's hand.

Qingxi took a step back and said while Song Yu was stunned: "Miss, let me do it. It's all served."

Song Yu did not argue with him. She moved aside and Qingxi brought the basin into the house. Without stopping, she said to Song Yu, "Miss, wash up first. I'll go out and wait for you."

After saying that, he quickly left the room. Song Yu looked at his actions, speechless, as if there was poisonous gas around him.

After washing up, he went out again. Qingxi was still waiting at the door. Song Yu said, "Let's go downstairs to find Suhe."

Qingxi followed Song Yu downstairs.

The lobby was full of guests having breakfast. Song Yu glanced around and saw Su He sitting by the window.

She walked over, and Su He stood up and said, "See if there's anything you want to eat. I'll ask the waiter to bring some."

Song Yu looked at the rich breakfast on the table and said, "I'm afraid you asked the waiter to serve a portion of everything the store has."

Su He smiled and picked up a plate of snacks from the table. He placed it in front of Song Yu and said, "The waiter said this red plum cake is a specialty here. You should try it."

Song Yu sat down and casually called Qingxi: "Sit down and eat."

Qingxi responded: "Yes."

Song Yu picked up a piece with chopsticks, put it on the plate in front of Su He and said, "You eat it too," then he picked up a piece and started eating it himself.

The pastry was in the shape of a plum blossom and was red in color. Song Yu took a bite and savored it carefully. He realized that the red color must have been dyed with beet juice.

The taste is sweet but not greasy, and it has the fragrance of plum blossoms, sweet and soft.

"It's delicious," Song Yu said to Su He after swallowing the food in his mouth.

Su He nodded and took a bite. Song Yu turned to Qingxi and said, "Try it too."

Qingxi, however, only cared about the porridge in front of her and said, "I, I'll just eat this."

Song Yu was puzzled: "Huh? You don't like sweet food? Then how can you be full by eating this bun and just eating porridge?"

Qingxi didn't take the initiative to take it. Song Yu took a few more bites, and seeing that he didn't move, he directly handed the bun to him.

She said, "Since we are traveling together, naturally if there is a bite for us to eat, there will be a bite for you to eat as well."

Qingxi suddenly looked up, a flash of surprise in her eyes, followed by shyness and embarrassment of having her thoughts exposed.

But the embarrassment quickly dissipated in Song Yu's nonchalant tone.

"We can pack some to take away after we finish eating," said Song Yu.

Su He kept his eyes on her, and nodded when he heard her say that.

"Miss, would you like to have your fortune told?" Suddenly, a fortune teller holding a sail came to Song Yu's side.

The three people at the table looked up and saw that the fortune teller looked at the young man, who was only at the age of knowing his destiny.

"Thank you, but that's okay." Song Yu didn't quite believe in this kind of half-baked fortune-teller.

"Of course not. The aura of this girl is incompatible with this world. She is a person with great opportunities." The fortune teller looked at Song Yu and said in surprise.

Song Yu's body stiffened. He put down his chopsticks and looked at the fortune teller.

"What did you say just now?" Song Yu took a long time to ask this question.

"Ayu." Su He looked at Song Yu's reaction and felt a little worried.

Song Yu raised his hand to stop him without even turning his head: "Don't talk for now."

Su He looked at the fortune teller with a slightly cold gaze, a warning in his eyes.

However, the fortune teller did not even look at him. After seeing Song Yu's changed expression, he looked calm and showed a mysterious smile.

Song Yu stood up and looked at him directly: "What do you know?"

The fortune teller stroked his beard and said, "Girl, I also think you are destined to be together. Do you want to tell me a fate?"

Song Yu, who hadn't really cared just now, now looked more serious and said, "Forget it."

"Well, thank you very much. Two taels of silver." The fortune teller made the offer.

"Wow! Two taels! This fortune teller is really arrogant. He wants two taels right out of the box. Is that girl really going to give it to him?"

"This kind of person is a charlatan. They say some specious things but they are not, specifically to deceive those who are new to the business and have no experience in the world."

"That girl is really pretty, but it's a pity that she still has no experience."

There were whispers all around.

Su He glanced at everyone one by one, and everyone immediately shut up.

Song Yu took out some silver from his purse and handed it over to the fortune teller under his gaze. Just as the fortune teller was about to accept it, he withdrew his hand.

The fortune teller was stunned and didn't look over for a moment. He looked up at Song Yu.

Song Yu slowly opened his mouth and said, "Sir, you haven't told me yet what you can do for me. I want these two taels of silver to be worth it, right?"

The fortune teller's lips twitched. Looking at Song Yu, he thought she was a young girl who was ignorant of the world, but he didn't expect her to be so cunning.

"What do you want to know?" asked the fortune teller.

Song Yu asked, "Can I still go home? How can I go back?"

The fortune teller was about to speak when Song Yu interrupted him, saying, "Sir, please calculate carefully. Although I don't know the result, I can tell whether the result you said is nonsense or calculated."

"How do you know this..." The fortune teller didn't finish his words when his eyes met Song Yu's. His heart skipped a beat, a feeling he had never experienced before.

He coughed lightly, held his breath, looked at Song Yu's face, and started counting with his fingers.

Gradually, his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze towards Song Yu became increasingly gloomy and unclear.

After an unknown amount of time, the fortune teller said to Song Yu, "Girl, write a word."

Song Yu looked at the table, picked up the teapot, poured out some water, and wrote a word on the table - return.

The fortune teller looked at it, nodded, then shook his head and said, "Everything returns to one, the great Dao makes it so. Young lady, today I will give you a free batch of words: Flowers bloom and fall in their own time, and what is gone must go, so don't ask where it will go."

Without waiting for Song Yu's reaction, he walked away laughing, muttering as he laughed: "Hahaha, strange, it's really strange."

Everyone in the hall was attracted by his laughter and looked over.

Song Yu stood there, the fortune teller's words echoing in her mind: "Flowers bloom and fall in their own time, and those who leave must eventually leave. Don't ask where they will return to."

You must go eventually, don't ask where you will go...

"Ayu, Ayu..."

"Ah, what's wrong?" Song Yu came back to his senses and met Su He's worried gaze.

"The person has left." Su He said.

Song Yu sat down again, her hands clenched into fists subconsciously, and she felt the strange sensation brought by the silver in her hand, reminding her that what had just happened was not her fantasy.

So, what did the fortune teller mean by that?

Can she go back? Or can she not go back?