"I think he must have known about his cup of coffee, too. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But he chose to be silent, silently watching me slowly taste my new coffee, and forcing him to smell the aroma of the coffee. As she spoke, the woman stopped suddenly, and her eyes slowly moistened.

"Relax, it's over." I handed over the tissue and said with a non-distracting reassurance.

"yes, it's all in the past. Maybe it's retribution, I poured his coffee, so I'm not destined to drink it for long. He was right when he said that love is indeed like coffee, because they all eventually lose their temperature and become bitter and hard to swallow. I still broke up, and on the day of the breakup, I bought a lot of wine and wanted to get drunk with him, but I ate a closed door. I took out the key and opened the door, and waited from the afternoon until the evening to wait for him to come back, but unfortunately I had long since lost the urge to get drunk. I asked him what he was doing, and he told me he was out for a walk. I have known him for so long, he is not a person who loves outdoor sports, I complained in my heart, but I could only roll my eyes. In fact, I should have known that his living habits are so bad, and his health will definitely not be much better, but people are always like this, they only care about what they see in front of them, and he in front of me has always been so comfortable and leisurely, where can I see that he is a patient. The coffee in the cup was already empty, but the story the woman wanted to tell seemed to have just begun.

"At that time, I had mixed feelings, and the continuous loss of love even made me wonder if there was something wrong with my character as a person. I started to lose my temper indiscriminately, to myself, to the people around me, and more to him. It's been a habit for me to come here every day to report, and even my courier will be sent here later, because he is there, I used to think he will always be there. That's why I fully demonstrated my unique talent as a woman in front of him. Look at why a man as big as you have to learn flower arrangement like a woman? You're so good-looking, why don't you have a girlfriend? It's not going to be a gay, is it? Hey, what do you say I'm bad, why don't they like me, am I really that bad? I can sometimes say that I don't get tired of nagging and whining like this for a day. And he always just smiled and handed me a cup of coffee. ”

"What do you say about a considerate man? Warm man. I chime in and poured her another glass. It's the last one, and it's time for me to go. ”

"Thank you." The woman held the mug, hesitant not to taste the inside.

"You're welcome, but I haven't heard the end yet." I smiled and said what I wanted.

"The end? In the end, on the day I got married, he went far away. We were never in touch again. The woman's bleak smile finally wore makeup, her eyes closed, and her mouth hummed a small tune indistinctly.

'The wind rises, the clouds sparse, and the people fall

I'm waiting on a sunny day

You wander in the rain

I look up, you look down

I can't tell if it's dependence or helplessness

I love having you by my side

But you left alone

Leave me a mourning song

Alone in this sea of flowers

The snow is falling, and you lead me across, gradually turning white

When the rain falls, I hold an umbrella for you, and my eyes are wet with tears'

I listened quietly, without interjecting or clapping.