Coffee…
Was it the kind of coffee that was blended with her scent, so that the two could sit face to face in a melodic environment where she was within a short distance from him?!
That was a scene Yu Changmo had simulated inside his brain for more than ten times. Every time he passed by the newly-opened café, he would stop and take a look inside, assuming that one day he could ask her out over a cup of coffee over there.
But all was gone now…
Qianmo took a few steps and felt a chill attacking her back. She turned around, only to see the guy standing on the same spot with his head lowered in the very dark ambiance.
She stopped and thought for a few seconds.
She was not an impulsive person, and she had excellent self-control. How come she got hot-headed at the sight of him?
