The ride was not short, so the group chatted quite a bit. By the time the Shinkansen arrived in Nagasaki, Jiang Xia had learned that the man beside them was named Takahashi Junichi, a hand-blown glass artisan in his twenties, not yet thirty.
At the station, Jiang Xia and the others said goodbye to Takahashi Junichi and went their separate ways.
Who would have thought that, after changing trains several times and arriving at Huis Ten Bosch, the two groups would run into each other again on a nearby bridge.
Mouri Ran asked in surprise, "You're here sightseeing too?"
Takahashi Junichi nodded.
Suzuki Sonoko was surprised as well. "You're all by yourself?"
It sounded a little pitiful. Takahashi Junichi gave a helpless wry smile. "I thought I was having a great time, but when you put it like that, I suddenly seem very lonely."
Since they had chatted on the train, Jiang Xia casually invited him, "Why not come with us?"
Takahashi Junichi laughed and did not refuse. "Then I'll have to trouble you."
Once inside Huis Ten Bosch, Mouri Ran's eyes immediately sparkled—flat, spacious roads stretched out in every direction, while European-style palaces stood in the distance. It was so vast that it felt like they had entered another country.
This theme park had more than a dozen museums, seventy shopping centers, and numerous famous attractions. Those who had never been there before could barely take it all in, but before they could start having fun, they first had to meet the hosts who had invited them.
Following the agreed meeting spot, Suzuki Sonoko made her way to a bridge. Huis Ten Bosch had six thousand meters of artificial canals, so there were especially many bridges.
At that moment, a young man and woman were leaning against the