He suddenly realized that he was no longer young. One by one, his friends had entered the halls of marriage, and his social media feed was full of wedding photos and children's smiling faces. And he was still alone.
"Maybe it's time I found someone," he murmured, his fingers absently tapping the windowsill.
Chen Shuai was a novelist who spent most of his time immersed in his own world of words and rarely socialized. His life was simple and orderly: he got up in the morning, brewed a cup of coffee, and sat at his desk writing until dusk. Occasionally, he would visit a nearby cafe, order a latte, and watch the crowds come and go, looking for inspiration.
That day, he walked into the cafe as usual, ordered a latte, and took a seat by the window. Just as he was about to open his laptop, a clear voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
Chen Shuai looked up and saw a girl standing in front of him. She wore a pale blue dress, her long hair falling over her shoulders, and her smile was warm and bright.
"No, go ahead." Chen Shuai smiled faintly, feeling inexplicably nervous.
After sitting down, the girl ordered a cappuccino, then took a book from her bag and began reading quietly. Chen Shuai stole a glance and realized she was reading his latest novel.
"Do you like that book?" he couldn't help asking.
The girl looked up, a flicker of delight in her eyes. "Yes, I really like this author's work. His words always touch people's hearts"
Beautifully written, like real life
The content is wonderful,