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She placed a video call to Wu Feifei. "What's up?" Wu Feifei picked up quickly. It was midday in New York, and she was in the middle of eating at a restaurant. "Look what I found." Mu Qi picked up the tarot deck and held it up close to the camera. "No way, staying up this late just to give me a reading?" Wu Feifei slurped up a mouthful of noodles, utterly unconcerned with maintaining any kind of image in front of Mu Qi. "Bingo. Come on, keep me company for a bit. You've got time right now anyway." Back in college, Mu Qi had dragged Wu Feifei into playing with tarot cards more times than she could count. The readings were never particularly accurate, but the two of them always had fun with it. Wu Feifei enjoyed it because the readings gave her a sense of anticipation about the future, while Mu Qi enjoyed it because it honed her gift of gab—or, to put it less kindly, it honed her ability to talk complete nonsense with a straight face. ...