"Zhao, why did you come to our Hoshino Shrine?"
"There are countless girls prettier than me. For example, Lady Night View Sakura of Night View Shrine is hailed as the greatest shrine maiden in a thousand years. It seems someone like her would be more suitable, wouldn't she?"
At last, Hoshino Kaede voiced the question she had kept buried in her heart for so long.
When she had just returned and seen Zhao Cheng at the shrine again, she had been startled. But now, there was no longer any sense of distance between them.
At the same time, she was naturally puzzled as to why Zhao Cheng had chosen this place. After all, who wouldn't hope that they were special?
It would have been one thing if Zhao Cheng had merely been a relatively wealthy ordinary person before, but a supreme powerhouse could not help but set her imagination wandering.
Hearing this, Zhao Cheng smiled. "Perhaps it was fate. You resemble an old friend of mine."
The moment the words fell, Hoshino Kaede's imagination began to run wild. In an instant, she made up a sprawling saga hundreds of thousands of words long—childhood sweethearts, car accidents, terminal illnesses... all sorts of key terms came tumbling out like an avalanche.
"Alright, it's about time. I should be leaving too."
As he spoke, Zhao Cheng suddenly rose to his feet. For one fleeting instant, he seemed to stand between Heaven and earth.
"Zhao, will we have another chance to meet?!"
Hoshino Kaede asked, as if possessed.
"If fate allows it, then we shall naturally meet again."
Zhao Cheng replied, his heart still tranquil and peaceful, without the slightest reluctance to part.
He was not a sentimental man. The past few days had been no more than a brief fragment of his life,