Autumn is a season of harvest, a season of abundance, and the onset of autumn in Yanjing is a bit chilly. The wind sweeps by occasionally, stinging the skin with tiny grains of sand, leaving nothing but a fleeting pain.
In a small coffee shop, a few tables of patrons sit scattered around, occasionally turning their heads to look at a man, puzzled by his dazzling and striking appearance.
Hua Qingyi, seemingly accustomed to such attention, casually stirs his coffee. He doesn't particularly enjoy the taste, but having woken up too early, his mind is a bit foggy, and in such dry weather, he really has no interest in being active.
The door swings open, the wind chimes jingle with the breeze, and Hua Qingyi looks up with a charming smile that could melt hearts, "Brother! Over here."
