Ji Shuwei opened a small dessert shop, and there was always a regular customer. He would buy a low-sugar red bean roll for two or three days and not talk much, but he would remember the taste of her newly baked mousse.
The moment they exchanged names one day, the sun fell on his hair and also on her heart.
I thought it was just a light interaction between guests, until he ordered a cake for his grandmother, and his fingertips brushed the back of her hand, and the ambiguity quietly swelled like freshly whipped cream.
Ji Shuwei thought that this heartbeat was just her one-man show, until he clasped her wrist and whispered: "This small heartbeat cannot be returned once you sign for it."
Dessert chef × painter｜Two-way secret love｜Warm sweet pet｜
Intention: Seize your own heartbeat and preference in the small and beautiful things of daily life