Aaron Cohen had a notebook that he never showed anyone.
It records the growth cycle of coffee trees, the temperature deviation of the roasting curve, and the humidity of every rainy day in Ashes Street.
Later, he began to record everything about a woman—the angle of the light when she opened the door, how often she blinked before she burst into tears, how many times she frowned after taking her first sip of coffee.
He named this notebook "Almanac of Silence".
The empire didn't know that the daughter of a traitorous noble wanted by it was hidden in every page of this notebook, hidden between the Latin names of botanists, hidden in the gaps of water temperature, humidity and extraction time, hidden deep in the ledger of a cafe that no one would open.
This is evidence of guilt that the Empire will never find.
It was also the only time in his life that he violated the objectivity that a botanist should maintain.
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This looks great, kids.
Very beautiful, really very beautiful
It takes a trip to Wujiacun to write such a masterpiece.