Tonight’s story is best savored alone, in the quiet of the night — settle your mind and let it sink in slowly. And once it truly lands, the whole world will suddenly become clear.
I remember seven years ago, when she first came to me seeking a destiny chart reading. She was barely in her twenties then — just a young girl.
She came from a decent family, so her upbringing was proper and disciplined. Naturally, she knew how to show respect — especially to someone like me, who could help clear the fog from her destiny.
But she was still just a young girl, and her level of maturity was plain to see. Every question she asked me, back and forth, circled around the same theme: love.
Her deepest concern, always, was whether she would find a good man — one who would cherish her, love her, and protect her for a lifetime. What would he look like? What kind of background would he have? When would he appear?…
I answered all of this from her destiny chart, patiently, and she listened quietly.
But just as she grew more animated — starting to ask the kind of giddy, girlish questions about romance — I cut her off at precisely the right moment:
“Xiao Xuan, you are a smart young woman. You have talent and intuition. Your destiny chart is of genuinely high quality — so you won’t just have a fine marriage destiny, you’ll also have considerable wealth fortune and a beautiful life you build with your own hands.
But you must remember this: for a woman of quality, romantic destiny is important — but it is never the only theme of a life.
For a woman of high caliber, romantic destiny is simply an extra reward that heaven naturally provides once you’ve grown strong enough to deserve it.
Especially after you’ve navigated the complexity of the world and carved out real wealth for yourself — your eye for men will become sharp and discerning, and the opportunities to attract truly exceptional partners will be more than you can count.
Today, I am speaking to a woman — not a girl.
So what matters more, what matters less — you need to see it clearly for yourself.”
The young girl was a little stung by the interruption. But that’s fine. Within two years, she would understand my intentions.
Two years later — five years ago now — she came to me again for another reading. I was busy at the time and nearly turned her away.
But when I saw her updated self-introduction, I smiled to myself. Because she had awakened (觉醒).
What awakened wasn’t just her love-obsessed mind — it was the entirety of her immature, girlish thinking. It was as if her whole being had undergone a complete system upgrade.
And what drove that upgrade was the very guidance I had given her in full, all those years before.
She had become rational. She began letting go of expectations that served no purpose. She began releasing her hypersensitivity.
She started carefully sorting through her relationships — identifying which friends genuinely contributed to her growth, and which were just noisy, draining dead weight.
She no longer gossiped or complained. Not a single word about the petty drama in her social circle — but she would put her full energy into cultivating connections with high-value noble benefactors (Gui Ren).
She stopped envying others. Stopped competing for status. Stopped harboring resentment. Stopped forcing outcomes.
She became increasingly grounded — willing to sit quietly and play every card fate dealt her, good or bad.
She began truly loving her own life. And she began channeling all of her energy — exactly as I had advised — into elevating herself.
She started openly acknowledging her weaknesses and courageously correcting every flaw, every immaturity.
She stopped placing her hopes in other people. She decided to become her own savior — and threw herself wholeheartedly into making money and building something real.
What did others think? She had stopped caring long ago. In all things, she judged only by results.
To grow wealthy by her own hands — that, to her, was the greatest reward life could offer.
From that point on, the endless inner turmoil that drains so many of her peers? It had nothing to do with her anymore.
And after this period of awakening, her life moved forward like a ship with the wind at its sails — one breakthrough after another.
As for romantic destiny?
She did still care. But the dimension from which she cared had risen to an entirely different level.
The butterflies and infatuation? Gone.
After her awakening, what she valued in a partner was how far the two of them could walk together, supporting each other down the road of life.
She understood clearly: that shallow, juvenile cooing and clinging could never compare to the romance of two people growing old in true companionship.
How much does he love me? That no longer mattered either.
What she valued now was the depth of a partner’s perception — and how their respective strengths could complement each other.
She had also come to understand: thin love fades. A partnership built on genuine mutual understanding and reliance — that is the eternal foundation of real love.
This is what changes when a woman truly awakens.
Her mind is filled entirely with the future — and yet in return, heaven rewards her ferociously in every dimension of life.
So whenever a young woman with an immature heart comes to me for a destiny reading, I always begin with a sharp, incisive dissection — pointing out exactly what has created her current situation. Where has she gone wrong?
Once that’s laid bare, I carefully walk her through it: where she can do better, rationally — and what possibilities she can harness through the lens of Chinese metaphysics.
First tear it down, then rebuild. Only then can the guidance land where it should, and the thinking find its proper clarity.
I recall a young woman who once told me: “Master, listening to your readings, women must come prepared with a thick stack of tissues — because some things you say cut too deep and hit too true.”
I smiled and said: “A woman with real perception isn’t afraid to cry.
What she should fear is a life spent laughing on the surface while drifting through the years in a daze — only to arrive in middle age, look back at the wreckage of her own life, and find she has no tears left.”