She turned her head and realized that she was surrounded by people from the temple. Hearing her disrespectful words, everyone's faces were quite grim. A fat man dressed like a local gentry said loudly, "The Water God hasn't chosen a bride in three years. Since you've drawn the Water God's Talisman, you must marry, no matter what!" Others echoed him, chattering all at once.
What's the point of arguing with them? Ning Xiaoxian spat silently, cursing her bad luck, and with a shake, she lightly slipped out of the crowd and stood outside the temple. The girl who had just drawn a lot was full of sorrow, and unexpectedly, something was slipped into her hand. She touched it instinctively, only to find it was a well-made silver ingot!
