Lin Qiao quickly glanced at Xia ruofei and then lowered her head. She stirred the coffee in front of her, her heart beating fast.
She had once imagined herself bringing Xia ruofei to this café, but she did not expect it to come true so quickly.
In fact, they had already passed by this shop when they set off, but Lin Qiao didn't have the courage to do so. When they passed by it again, she finally mustered up the courage to pull Xia ruofei in.
"Because of love" was playing on the ceiling slightly. On such a long winter afternoon, listening to the beautiful melody and smelling the rich coffee aroma, Lin Qiao felt as if her heart had melted as she sat quietly opposite the man she liked ...
Xia ruofei picked up a book from the shelf and started reading. He seemed to have been assimilated by the slow pace of leisure on the island. He did not have to think about anything else. Just sitting quietly in the attic and killing time felt pretty good.