As she said this, her hands began to twitch uncontrollably, and a hint of sadness surfaced on her face.

She had been pretending she was from ancient times, constantly restraining her body. But now that Su Nian had brought it all out into the open, she relaxed considerably.

She no longer bothered to control her body.

She lowered her gaze, her entire being exuding an air of depression.

In a low voice, she began to tell her story.

"I didn’t always fantasize about being someone from ancient times. At first, I would imagine I was a modern-day official, a huge celebrity, or all sorts of other people."

"But then I met her. She was truly the most special girl I had ever seen. She wore a Hanfu dress and seemed so pure and innocent."

"She was the girl of my dreams, but she disappeared a long time ago."

Many of the livestream comments praised their "divine" romance.

[Oh my god, what a special kind of fate. This is making me want to cry.]

[I’m so touched I could die. I can’t believe things like this actually happen.]

[Any authors out there? Please write a redemption story based on this. I’d love to read it!]

Lala sighed. "That’s when I started to fall in love with Hanfu."

"I liked her so much, but I never dared to say it. After all, who would believe a word from someone with a mental illness?"

[Sigh... I want to comfort her, but honestly, if it were me, I wouldn’t believe her either.]

[I’ll be honest, if it were me, I’d probably be scared.]

[Yeah, just think about it. She has a mental illness and some kind of delusional disorder.]

[To the person above, say what you want, laugh if you want, but can you not make direct personal attacks? It’s not like she chose to be this way.]

Lala lowered her head in sorrow, and even her bright yellow Hanfu dress seemed to be cloaked in a sad light.

In her memory, that girl had also stayed away from her because she was "crazy."

Hearing this, Su Nian sighed softly. After a moment’s thought, she decided to be direct. "The girl you like... she’s a ghost who died many years ago. And she can’t leave that place."

Lala froze, her eyes wide with disbelief. "How is that possible? I don’t believe it."

Su Nian shook her head. "Then I’ll be blunt. Your illness was caused by her, too."

Lala was completely stunned.

To suddenly find out that the "white moonlight" she had longed for was actually the one who made her sick...

She stood as if struck by lightning, unable to move. She opened her mouth, but no words came out; she had temporarily lost the ability to speak. After a long moment, she finally managed to choke out in disbelief, "That’s impossible! She’s such a gentle person... no, a ghost... how could she be the one who drove me crazy?!"

Su Nian’s expression was calm. "I’m not lying to you. You were born in this very hospital. As for the female ghost, she suffered immense, inhuman abuse in life, which turned her into a vengeful spirit. But she’s bound to this place and can’t leave."

"So, as a young child, you became an outlet for her rage. She frightened you, just for the sake of it."

"But that single act left a deep psychological scar on your young mind. You’ve had this delusional disorder ever since."

Lala was stunned. She had no memory of this. Her first instinct was to object, but the person in front of her was, after all, a very famous master.

In a flash, she remembered a figure she had seen in her childhood. It did look a lot like the beautiful "big sister." At this thought, she nearly bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.

’No wonder that female ghost looked at me as if she knew me. So she was the one who made me sick all along!’

But after the anger subsided, her first reaction wasn’t to seek revenge, but to start blaming herself.

She clutched her head, struggling to keep her composure as she tried to rationalize it. "Forget it. It’s because she’s so beautiful, right? It’s my own fault for trusting people so easily."

[OMG, she’s a real-life example of ’beauty is justice.’]

[That vicious female ghost never would have guessed she’d get a pass just for being pretty.]

[Brainwashing herself like that is actually hilarious.]

But the thought that the beautiful fairy she saw as her pillar of support was actually the one responsible for her condition was still too much to accept. She could only keep brainwashing herself, telling herself it was all her own fault.

Seeing her like this, Su Nian offered some advice. "Just because someone is beautiful doesn’t mean they’re a good person."

"You were simply fooled by a pretty face."

[Host, that’s so on point. She was totally fooled by a pretty face.]

[It’s true. Pretty things are often dangerous.]

[Who was it? Didn’t Zhang Sanfeng say that you can’t trust a beautiful woman?]

Seeing her still clutching her head in disbelief, looking as if her world had come crashing down, Su Nian kindly took out two pieces of talisman paper.

"This is a Clear Heart Talisman. Take it home, burn it, mix the ashes with water, and drink it. Keep the other one in an incense bag and carry it with you at all times. It should be a great help for your condition."

Lala nodded in a daze. After sending a tip, she sent Su Nian her address via private message and left the stream.

Su Nian then started the second lucky draw of the day.

This time, the viewers were all waiting in anticipation.

[I’ll definitely get it. I’ve got 30 years of single-guy reaction speed.]

[Get real. I’ve been single for 40 years and haven’t gotten it once.]

[Sigh... then what’s a guy like me, who’s had a girlfriend since I was 18, supposed to say?]

[Stop flexing your relationship. Couples who show off, break up fast.]

Su Nian ignored the playful banter in the comments and started the lucky draw right on time.

A beautiful red incense bag bounced on the screen. In its center was the large character for "Fortune." At that moment, countless viewers tapped their screens.

[Congratulations to ’Eagle’ for winning the host’s lucky draw!]

The user whose avatar was a soaring eagle had won Su Nian’s lucky draw.

As was her custom, Su Nian sent the winner a private message, asking if they were willing to join the stream via video call.

After receiving an affirmative reply, Su Nian started the video call.

A middle-aged man of about forty appeared on the screen. He had a bald patch on the top of his head, and his scalp was shining under the light.

Su Nian didn’t even have a chance to give him her usual analysis of his family’s fortune.

With a pained expression, he immediately launched into his problem.

"Master, I suspect there’s a problem with my home’s feng shui! Recently, everyone in the family, adults and children, have been getting sick often. It’s nothing major, but there’s a constant stream of minor illnesses. Colds, fevers, one after another. I don’t know what’s going on."

"Do you think there might be a ghost hiding in the house?"