'So... her career path is the same as the artist I'm training? I guess this is some kind of weird fate.'
"Alright, then. The evening of the fifth. I'll come find you then."
"The fifth? I can't guarantee I'll have time on the evening of the fifth."
"You'll have time. We are definitely going to meet. So that's settled. I have to run, something's come up. I'm really looking forward to our meeting."
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Lying on the bed, Lin Zhengran felt his heart sink in resignation.
Lin Zhengran picked up the photo of Jiang Qian his grandfather had given him earlier that day. He glanced from the picture to the chat history on his phone.
No matter how he looked at it, the whole situation was just bizarre.
"This is Jiang Qian? But I get the feeling…" Lin Zhengran grimaced, looking at the photo again. At this point, even he was getting confused about who his betrothed actually was.
