Mr. There is a new bartender.
He is a young man who is over 180cm tall. The young man has a pair of clean hands, and the fingertips playing with the wine glass reflect the reflection of the glass, as if they are filled with starlight.
Tao Yin ordered a glass of whiskey and looked at the young man in the blurry and ambiguous light and shadow. Under the lamp, the young man looked back at him. It was a face that belonged to an adult. The distant gaze that spanned the soul penetrated his heart, and his fingertips were wrapped around another pair of eyes.
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I am the bird of your longing, and your eyes are the sky.