Zhao Bai had nothing to say.
He merely shook his head, sighed, and buried everything deep in his heart.
After all, old people who refused to admit they were old could bring about terrifying consequences once they truly aged.
He could not sleep, and staying home felt stifling. After thinking it over, it seemed only his little restaurant could shelter his restless soul.
Originally, he had not planned to open for business.
After all, he was only the owner, not some crazed emperor of wage slaves. Taking an appropriate vacation was necessary.
But circumstances had forced his hand. Keeping the restaurant closed made him feel uncomfortable.
Under the lingering glow of the setting sun, Zhao Bai's shadow stretched long. He had just flipped the closed sign around and hung the dark open sign on the doorknob when his first customer arrived.
A girl dressed in splendid clothes.
Her wide sleeves hung all the way to her ankles. She floated there like a timid spirit. Her pale gray curls were not tied into spiral twin-tails, but instead fell all the way to her waist. It was hard to imagine Bronya's hair could be this long. Her hair carried a faint dampness, as though she had just bathed, and a fragrance drifted from her every movement.
Bronya's mind was a mess.
All her logical switches seemed to have stopped working. Home was a harbor, but Bronya did not want to go home right now. She did not want to see Mei looking at her like an old mother.
Almost unconsciously, she came here and ran into Zhao Bai.
"Ah?"
Zhao Bai held up the door sign in confusion. "You're Bronya? You're actually Bronya?"
Tsk.
What a strange reaction.
It was not what Bronya had expected, and it was disappointing.
But on second