Although it was not as bustling as the city center, the thick artisan atmosphere added romance to the exotic streets around.
Therefore, it became the place where artsy young people gathered.
Although Cordelia was a local, she hardly came here.
She looked around curiously as if she had entered a new playground. Zephyr held her on the gravel road beneath the sycamore trees. Soon, they stopped in front of a shop.
Cordelia widened her eyes as if her heart was hit by something.
“Hubby, what’s this…”
This place was almost exactly the same as what she had imagined—large, transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and a small sunlit courtyard full of irises.
He smiled and led her in. The decorations were fresh and simple. There was a coffee machine behind the wooden counter, and coffee beans of
