The autumn rain in Amsterdam, Netherlands, continued to patter down, making the rainy Dutch landscape even more romantic. The surrounding medieval-style houses were visible everywhere, and the balconies of residences brimmed with homegrown plants and flowers, while at the roadside, large stretches of tulips flourished.
Ren He, carrying his cello case, ambled along the road back to the hotel, with not many pedestrians on the streets.
At that moment, the sound of police sirens, growing from distant to near, wailed through the air, as though something serious had happened.
Just as a police car zoomed past Ren He, he happened to pass by a small coffee shop preparing to close for the day. It was deemed small because it was just a tiny window by the roadside. In Europe, many such small coffee shops thrived, particularly popular in Italy, a country almost synonymous with coffee.
