In the cold winter, the intellectual photographer and the introverted novelist met over a cup of coffee and a little orange cat. The second time we met, it was because of the little orange cat in the cafe. After constant interaction, the novelist was willing to open up her heart, but she said that she was only suitable for living alone and was internally consumed, but the photographer believed that she would have a wonderful life.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
