Years later, Yan Ming would still remember the moment he met that man: sharp brows and bright eyes, seated at a table. Hearing a noise, he raised his head slightly. His eyes were calm, and for an instant, it seemed as though sunlight flew from the corners of them. He curled his lips into a smile. "Well, are you the one who caused a huge scene on my turf?"
Even now, Yan Ming still believed it was fate.
A fate that could neither be undone nor broken.
A fantasy-themed short story, four chapters. A prickly bottom.
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There are typos in the copy, dear~ The territory is written as "chassis". .