Days that flow through the world like water, like an ice mountain melting.
Is there really still love in the adult world?
Which gets you hooked more, tea or coffee?
Have you ever truly cared?
In a world of adults full of probing and suspicion, is there any such thing as sincerity?
He used to like coffee, but fell under the spell of tea's lingering fragrance.
Theme: From innocent young love to falling for a domineering CEO from a different social class, can he melt the ice, and understand love?
