Ji Qing decorated the shop alone, trying to make this small cafe look less deserted. After all, it was hidden in a bustling business district with many high-rise buildings. It seemed too shabby and no one visited her shop. However, recently, there was a person who often came to her shop at noon. The bell hanging on the door rang, and the girl who pushed in was the girl. She had been here more than a dozen times this month. Every time she ordered the same thing, she went up to the second floor and sat in the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window, flipping through a book with dense contents.
Intention: Some feelings are pale and feeble in the world, but spotless outside the world.