When you walk into the store, time seems to be stretched by the soft lights, and every second is full of stories. There were only a few people in the store, like stars scattered in the night sky, and I was the traveler who was pulled by gravity and was about to encounter another story. Beside an inconspicuous small table that exuded a warm atmosphere, I found Luo Ye's figure. He was either bowing his head in deep thought, or gently stirring the ripples in the cup. The picture was like a carefully arranged picture scroll, waiting for my uninvited guest to add color.
