Chen Yan
The bakery on the corner had always been open like this. One night, a customer came into his shop. From the first moment he saw her, he couldn't take his eyes away.
"The first time I saw her, it seemed like there was something fermenting around..."
From then on, the boss's accounting book became a diary.
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"The 519th time, she never came again."
I wrote to the last page of the diary, but she still didn't appear again.
There were still customers coming to the bakery, but it wasn't her who came in next time.
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