At ten o'clock at night, the candlelight in the coffee shop was exceptionally warm. Outside, a light rain was drifting down, and before she knew it, it was already the end of summer.
Shen Xiaoman put a cube of sugar into her coffee, then stirred it gently with a spoon.
"Hehe, developed a taste for sweets, huh?"
I remember the last time she came for coffee, Shen Xiaoman would neither add sugar nor milk, insisting on the original flavor, frowning at the bitterness but never compromising.
"Hey hey, sometimes life needs a change of flavor to adjust things a bit!"
"You're right! By the way, what ended up happening with Caiying's situation?"
Shen Xiaoman shrugged her shoulders, then leaned back, resting her whole body against the back of the sofa as if in ultimate relaxation after exhaustion.
