After touring the Imperial Palace, the three of them had a meal together. With Yan Guangyi present, naturally, last night's incident could not occur again.

Just like the Jiuding executive said, in Dongying society, the higher the status, the more friendly the people. Although the staff at this high-end Italian restaurant were all Dongying people, their service attitude was impeccable.

To show his gratitude, Jiang Chen insisted on picking up the tab.

"Thank you, President Yan, we'll wander around nearby and not take up your time."

"Sure, if Mr. Jiang needs anything, feel free to call me anytime."

The two shook hands, and then Yan Guangyi left.

Jiang Chen led the Taoist nun sister on an aimless post-meal stroll.

"That woman we saw at the Japan Palace, didn't she seem familiar?"

With no outsiders around, there was no need to hold back. He asked the Taoist nun sister as they walked,

It wasn't just him; the woman who walked out from the inner courtyard of the palace garden must have been seen by Boss Jiang and the Taoist nun sister.

"Is she a Dongying person?"

Tanki Liuli responded with a question instead of an answer.

Jiang Chen fell silent for a moment.

Indeed.

Although they had "met" before, it was in the Capital City, not in Tokyo, and she spoke fluent Shenzhou language, which might have led her to be unaware of the other's foreign identity.

"If you're talking about Fujiwara Reiki whom we saw in the Capital City, she is indeed a Dongying person."

Jiang Chen replied, his words quite strange.

Tanki Liuli looked at him.

Their eyes met, and Jiang Chen said, "Don't you think that woman just now was dressed differently from Fujiwara Reiki?"

Tanki Liuli furrowed her brows. She was simple but not stupid and roughly understood.

"They're not the same person?"

Boss Jiang sighed and continued walking forward with a profound tone, "I don't know."

No two leaves in the world are exactly the same.

Could there be two people identical to each other?

Walking on foot, catching the last glow of dusk, the two passed by Hibiya Park, with towering ginkgo trees on both sides.

Then there was the famous Jimbocho bookstore street. It was unclear if it was the wrong time or if traditional bookstores had already been eliminated by modern times; it was particularly deserted here compared to the bustling Tokyo, not at all resembling what was supposed to be the world's largest bookstore street, with only a few shops in normal operation.

However, through the bookstore windows, one could still feel the rich cultural atmosphere and an independent tranquility.

"Why don't we buy a few books to read back home? Constantly watching movies isn't good for the soul."

Horror movies are one thing.

The main issue is, the Dongying hotels' TV always switches to passionate love action films when turned on, which even Boss Jiang couldn't quite resist, let alone the Taoist nun sister.

As they spoke, they passed by an exceptionally old store where many books on display seemed vaguely related to Shenzhou culture.

One should never generalize.

Just like Yan Guangyi said, a shop owner like the one last night couldn't represent all Dongying people.

As a scholar, Boss Jiang was quite interested in places like bookstores, and even if the Taoist nun sister didn't pay attention to him, he planned to go in and have a look.

"Ding ding ding..."

A string of wind chimes hung on the bookstore door, ringing with a clear and ethereal sound as the door opened, cleansing one's heart.

At the counter was an elderly man wearing reading glasses, probably the owner of this old bookstore. He nodded and smiled kindly and warmly at Jiang Chen and the Taoist nun sister who rushed in.

The old man didn't bother to come over to greet them, allowing the two to browse freely.

Apart from books, this bookstore also sold ukiyo-e, with some hanging on the walls. The subjects were extremely diverse, including folklore, historical anecdotes, theatrical scenes, and illustrations of classical literature, all filled with Dongying's folk customs.

"Pick a few."

Indeed, bookstores these days are bleak. Such a large store, apart from Jiang Chen and the Taoist nun sister, only had a sparse few customers.

Time is so ruthless; when it eliminates something, it doesn't even give a notice. Perhaps, in no time, traditional stores like this would completely disappear in the river of time.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but think about his childhood. Because he had no money, he often went to read books in bookstores with Fang Qing on weekends. Fang Qing was like a tomboy then, especially fond of detective novels like "The Three Investigators," where they would sit at the bottom of a bookshelf and stay for an entire afternoon.

Of course.

Bookstore staff would often chase away kids like them who weren't allowed to read for free. If they were driven away, they would just switch to another bookstore.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but smile, suddenly wanting to take a picture for Fang Qing but ultimately held back.

She's a big-shot lawyer now; how could she have the interest to reminisce about their childhood blunders?

"Ding ding ding..."

The charming wind chime sounded.

Another customer walked in.

Even though this era is increasingly frantic, some people remain distinctive and unique.

"Teacher Xiang Tian, the book you asked for last time has arrived."

"Thank you."

Then the sounds of conversation between the bookstore owner and the visitor echoed.

Clearly, unlike passing customers, this time, it was a regular customer of the store.

Jiang Chen, casually browsing in the store, noticed with slight interest.

"Teacher Xiang Tian, is there any other book you need?"

"I'll look for myself, no need to trouble you."

"Please, Teacher Xiang Tian."

Jiang Chen's gaze crossed a bookshelf, looking toward the counter. After finishing her conversation with the store owner, an urban beauty caught Jiang Chen's eye, leaving only a profile view. She wore gold-rimmed glasses, her cheeks were smooth and jade-like, her neck long and elegant, and her white shirt pristine, with a bow at the collar adding a playful girlish charm. Her waist seemed to be perfectly proportioned.

She walked toward the rows of bookshelves

Jiang Chen, unfazed, continued to wander around the store with the Taoist nun sister.

Because there weren't many customers, the bookstore was very quiet, with sparse customers quietly choosing books they loved.

Jiang Chen picked out a copy of "No Longer Human" from the bookshelf.

If one could seriously read this book thoroughly, it might be less likely for this world to wound them anymore.

One row of bookshelves.

Two rows of bookshelves.

...

Finally.

The world is vast.

But this ancient bookstore was much smaller.

Two people, meeting by chance, collided head-on, neither a moment too early nor too late.

Both parties stopped at the same time.

Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, those captivating eyes seemed to freeze, then like a wind stirred, ripples swelled.

Jiang Chen pursed his lips, then gave a slight smile.

"Teacher Xiang Tian, long time no see."

The intellectual and elegant woman stared at the young man who suddenly appeared in the Tokyo bookstore. After a brief silence, with a "pfft," that face, which couldn't hide its beauty no matter how it was dressed, suddenly bloomed into a dizzying curve.

The afterglow from outside the bookstore filtered through the window, coating it with a cinematic hue.

The whole world seemed to come to a halt.

"Mr. Jiang Chen, I mentioned we'd meet again someday."

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