Autumn in Hangzhou always comes quietly.
In the last week of September, the sycamore leaves beside the West Lake begin to turn yellow, and the sweet-scented osmanthus in Lingyin Temple is fragrant. Tourists held up their mobile phones and were busy capturing the poetry of the city, but few noticed that in the cafe called "Nanfeng" at the end of Nanshan Road, there was always a woman sitting in the third seat by the window.
She used to order a glass of American style without sugar, and then stare out the window in a daze. Occasionally turn a few pages of the book, and occasionally write a few words in the notebook. The shop assistants all knew her, but no one knew her name. They only knew that she came every Tuesday afternoon and never stayed for more than an hour.
"South Wind" has been open for three years, and she has been here for three years.
