Gu Jianlin was slightly taken aback. The mysterious coordinates might be right in the Shinjuku Imperial Garden!
But they could no longer stay here.
Jiang Chunyang had clearly expressed his intention to see them off.
Trying to do anything more would certainly arouse his suspicion.
After a long silence.
"I understand. If you're not feeling well, it's best to leave first."
He looked around, eyes deep: "Today's objective has also been achieved."
The evening wind brushed against the cherry blossoms in full bloom, petals cascading down to the lakeside. The silhouettes of the young man and woman gradually disappeared into the shaded paths, as if swallowed by darkness, never to be heard from again.
In the silent shrine, talisman papers fluttered, countless wind chimes swayed in the breeze, as if bidding them farewell.
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In the virtual network's meeting room, the young man and woman under the camera drove away from Shinjuku Imperial Garden.
