I don't know when he started to like to go to that coffee shop.
A pot of Pu'er, one person, one afternoon.
Maybe it was because of her smile, maybe because of her state of mind, maybe because of what his heart wanted.
And she didn't seem to have any impression of him at all.
What he cared about was just a child abandoned by friends and old lovers. After being hurt, it seemed that she could neither care nor love, and didn't care about anything.
She doesn't listen to sweet words, and she no longer believes in promises, because she has believed them before, and promises are just other people's perfunctory treatment of her life.
"Hello, my name is Cheng Shaochen."
"I'm Su Ziyang."
Some love is due to suitability, and some love is born over time.