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Where there are things that others do not know, it is just that I do not know.
The entrance of the café is very small, with only a narrow glass door, and there are many climbing plants like ivy around the door, creating a lush green area that makes the entrance feel even smaller. It seems like if someone were a bit heavier, they might not be able to squeeze in.
The dim yellow light spills through the door, casting a warm glow on a small area in front of the entrance.
Su Qian pushed the door open first, and I followed behind him. As soon as we entered, I saw that the atmosphere inside was even cozier.
Each wall is adorned with small wall lamps that illuminate only a section in front of the tables. Unlike most similar cafés that use square tables, this place has only small round tables, and there isn’t much space at each table—only enough for two or three people.
All the tables are placed against the walls, and in the middle is a small counter-like setup with various desserts and types of coffee displayed on top.
Su Qian led me to a spot further inside and said, “It’s self-service coffee. What do you want to drink? I’ll go get it.”
I felt embarrassed to trouble him, so I quickly stood up and said, “I’ll go with you; I want to see more.”
A smile appeared on his face, revealing shallow dimples as he softly said, “That’s good. I also like girls who enjoy doing things themselves, especially someone as honest as you.”
I didn’t dare respond to his words and walked toward the counter first. Looking at the array of desserts above, I couldn’t take my eyes off them and forgot to consider what the main offerings of this place were. I quietly asked Su Qian, “Can I eat these?”
He nodded and smiled, saying, “Of course! We can take more. I’ve heard that eating desserts can improve your mood.”
I wasn’t sure if that was true, but seeing all those treats was really appetizing. I took three or four plates over, and Su Qian soon brought two cups of coffee.
He pushed one cup in front of me and said, “Try this; I think it should suit your taste.”
I actually don’t have high demands for these things. Usually, I only drink a little when going out with Mina; I rarely drink with Xiao Minxing. In the past, I didn’t go out with him at all; later on when we did go out, he seemed to deliberately let me drink only milk or juice.
So when Su Qian brought over that cup of coffee, I just glanced at it and focused on attacking the desserts.
He didn’t mind at all; he slowly savored what was in his cup. Whenever he saw me look up, he would smile at me and then ask, “Are there any other kinds? Want to get some more?”
I shook my head and said, "No, I don't want to gain two pounds tonight."
He laughed even more happily, "It's not that exaggerated. Besides, gaining a little weight shouldn't be a problem; you're already so thin."
I completely forgot why I had called him out. The two of us were eating and drinking, discussing which dessert was better and how much weight we would gain if we ate too much.
When I finally remembered that I should go home, I stared blankly at Su Qian and said, "I forgot why I called you out."
He shook his head with a smile, "As long as you're happy, why think so much? Come on, I'll take you home."
Yes, I didn't necessarily have to tell him about Xiao Minxing; I was just anxious myself, which is why I acted this way. Now that I've relaxed, I'll just wait quietly for Anan to come back.
However, I have to admit that being with Su Qian really helps heal the unhappiness in my heart quickly.
He seems to possess an innate ability to make people happy. Seeing him smile and hearing him talk naturally lifts my spirits.
I recalled the first time I met him; perhaps if someone else had stopped me that night, I might have gone through with my suicide. It was only because it was him that when I saw his smile in the car, my mind changed.
This sounds magical but it truly happened.
He still only dropped me off at the entrance; this time he didn't even get out of the car but waved goodbye through the window, saying, "Sweet dreams."
This deliberate distance made me feel more at ease. Whether he understands people well or has ulterior motives, at least to some extent he has helped me a lot and tried not to create trouble for me. This friendship should count as being friends, right?
Although my home was still cold and empty, since I returned full after a busy day, I quickly lay down in bed and fell asleep without even dreaming.
The next day, all the computer equipment I ordered online arrived. Following the instructions, I spent quite some time setting everything up. Then I eagerly uploaded the set of The Lost Gift after making some edits. Instead of contacting any businesses, I simply posted it on a public forum under a pseudonym.
Watching the comments gradually increase below brought me satisfaction. Sometimes when I saw people's questions, I couldn't help but reply a few times.
The desolation of Xiao Minxing not being home and the helplessness in my life seemed to disappear at that moment. My world shrank down to a computer and a drawing board.
I didn't go back to the studio; instead, I quickly created another version at home. This time it took longer—about two days to finish—of course, the story was longer too.
In fact, these were things I'd thought about before but had never recorded them. Now it felt like I'd found a breakthrough; I drew non-stop, scanned what I'd finished, made edits, and then uploaded it.
More and more feedback is gradually increasing my confidence, almost to the point of working day and night.
Before I truly earn money from this, I have already tasted happiness here. This is an unprecedented feeling; affirmation and appreciation have always been the colors missing from my life, and now I have found them in these unfamiliar words. Although it may be illusory, it is enough for me.
The most exciting thing is that by the fourth day, someone has already sent me a private message asking if I want to sell these Comic.
However, I am not familiar with this market at all. Besides receiving these private messages, I also received many advertisements, and I have no idea which ones to trust. I also don't know what to do next if I am willing to sell.
After thinking it over, I decided to consult Mina.
She hasn't returned from her business trip yet and told me to wait and not rush into making a decision. We will discuss it together before making any commitments.
While waiting for Mina to come back, I dared not look at the computer again because seeing those things would make me eager to try them out. I couldn't resist at all, and I finally understood why some people can spend an entire day playing on their computers or Mobile Phone.
When one can find existence and a sense of identity online, it's easy for them to get lost.
Just as I was preparing to step away from the drawing board and head back to the Studio for another two days, I saw the door open before me.
Xiao Minxing is back.
He looked much the same as before, except his hair seemed a bit shorter, his cheeks appeared slimmer, and his clothes had changed from dark and rigid to loose and light-colored.
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