Wesley smelled the aroma of coffee. It was the IKEA Café that had appeared on Xiao Qiao's social network. The floor-to-ceiling window of the café had a row of flower racks, all filled with pansies, but they were not real plants; they were artificial flowers. In this season, the flowers had long since withered. Wesley smiled. How beautiful. Was she sitting there back then?
"Xiao Qiao, I guess your favorite spot to sit is also by the floor-to-ceiling window, right?"
The floor-to-ceiling window is very comfortable, giving a sense of security. This must be Xiao Qiao's favorite spot.
The music in the café carried a touch of elegance. Wesley slightly closed his eyes, almost falling asleep in the warm sunlight and the aroma of coffee. He really almost fell asleep.
The laziness crept out from all over his body, sneaking in from every direction, infiltrating every corner, making him feel helpless.
