Kyoto not only has seven rings but also boasts a population of millions.
Under such circumstances, the probability of a chance encounter is not necessarily greater than the likelihood of finding an Ultraman in the universe.
So when Song Chaoge walked to the side, Jiang Chen, who had just "carelessly threw trash," wasn't surprised at all.
The blank sticky note had already disappeared.
And Young Master Song naturally couldn't fathom the significance of a small slip of paper. He looked at the lonely figure of Jiang Chen by the railing, full of smiles, not knowing why he was so happy.
The small episode of littering was brushed aside; minor mistakes are insignificant in the grand scheme of things, right?
Even if you embellish the world history, can't you still remain famous throughout eternity?
"Does Brother Jiang have something on his mind?"
He mimicked Jiang Chen, turning around, facing the Yongding River, with elbows resting on the railing.
