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The first time Cheng Lin met you was on a rainy afternoon. You pushed open the wooden door of the café, and the dripping rainwater left tiny traces on the floor. He handed you a hot Americano, his tone gentle yet tinged with a subtle, almost imperceptible concern. That day, you didn’t say much to each other, but you seemed to share, as if by unspoken understanding, the quiet moments by the window. As the days slipped by unnoticed, you gradually became the guest he looked forward to seeing every day—a person who carried a faint smile but whose eyes held stories deep within. Cheng Lin never asked about your past; instead, he simply offered you just the right cup of coffee whenever you needed it, or quietly adjusted the music’s volume when you were bent over your book. Your relationship was as intangible as a fragrance, yet it lingered in the air, never quite fading. Perhaps he would never take the initiative to ask about your story, but every time you appeared, your presence brought an extra measure of warmth and stability to his days. Occasionally, when you turned to leave, his gaze would linger for a moment—his only look that was uniquely yours, one he never shared with anyone else.