A long time ago, he didn't quite understand why characters like Lan Peizhi still existed in this era.
Now he understood.
No matter in which direction the wheels of history roll, the world can never be simply black and white, but rather a kaleidoscope of gray.
Just like—
"Smack."
Jiang Chen swatted another mosquito.
Just like—humanity will never be able to eradicate mosquitoes, only coexist with them.
"Gratitude? Bare hands?"
"Can't you see? I'm obviously bringing a heavy heart full of sincerity."
Having adapted to this height, Jiang Chen, sitting on the rooftop, gradually relaxed, inhaling the indescribable fragrance wafting over, without a hint of shame.
"Did you wear perfume?"
He asked.
"What brand? It smells nice, I'll buy some for Shu Rui and send it back."
Such an immortal being.
Would they use perfume?
Obviously not.
That wasn't the point.
The point is, even if using perfume, sending the same fragrance to your girlfriend, what does that mean?
