"Absolutely true."
Kang Zimin lifted her hair at the temples, revealing a fierce scar running from her temple to her forehead, leaving a bald patch in her bangs that she had to cover with the hair from the back.
Immediately, she realized this might be a bit presumptuous: "Sorry, did I scare you..."
"No worries, no worries." Mori Ran waved her hand repeatedly. She was about to say something when Kang Zimin exclaimed, "We're here! I know the owner of this shop, he's really nice!"
Kang Zimin pushed open the coffee shop door, the doorbell jingling. Mori Ran stood outside, seeing a tall young man by the water station. His appearance was unfamiliar, but those slightly playful eyes were especially familiar.
Mori Ran couldn't help but smile.
