In the Past Life Cafe in March, the light rain from the south was still pouring down outside, and there was a thin layer of frost on the floor-to-ceiling windows. The interior was indeed warm and comfortable.
Zhen Ge was sitting on a bamboo chair holding a cup of coffee. He lowered his head and took a sip, frowning slightly.
Zhenge; Xiaofengye cut me a cup of tea.
Fengye&Shengxin; If you are not used to drinking this kind of coffee, why don't you open a teahouse to feel more comfortable? (→_→)
Real song; I like drinking coffee in cafes! !___*(￣ Pan￣)/#____
Wind page & sound; Σ(っ °Д °;)っ You said it.
A crisp sound of wind chimes rang, and as the door was pushed open, a gust of clammy wind rushed in, interrupting the conversation.
Welcome to Zhenge&Fengye&Shengxin! !! Dear guest~(￣▽￣)~*