On the noisy street, a small cafe loomed, sometimes full of people, sometimes empty. When I looked carefully through the glass window, I only saw a little girl walking back and forth inside. I heard that stories and coffee were sold here, but I don't know if the person who came in was a person or a ghost----Guest, tell me a story, you can get a free order-------
I can't think of a more appropriate copywriting at the moment, but I want to state in advance that this cannot be classified as a unit drama type. There are many, many stories that I don't know the ending of. Just like life is going on, I don't know what happened to the people I met before, so I will stop writing. I hope I can write all the stories well. Thank you to those who have no intrusion. ~~~If you like it, please remember to click on the picture below to bookmark me~~~