Different from the West.
As Dragon's Descendants.
On this land of Shen Zhou, the vast majority, you could even say 90%, have no religious belief.
But it's undeniable that sometimes, in those fragmented moments of life, you accidentally get the feeling that there really is some force out there, arranging, even manipulating our fates.
Having just accompanied Qing Mei to a temple today, Jiang Chen felt this even more keenly.
Of course.
Chen Tai.
Exactly which "Chen" and which "Tai", no one knew; the comrades in the police were dutiful and didn't leak the secret, and besides, it was entirely possible they themselves couldn't tell the difference between front and back nasals, retroflex and non-retroflex consonants.
Asking Wu Yufei got him nothing—she knew nothing about anything. In her eyes, before the police comrades turned up at her place, she probably still thought the lady neighbor upstairs was a refined, successful single woman.
Besides.
