His gaze paused slightly, and the hand holding the cup gradually tightened.
He took a light sip, the coffee was a bit hot.
The rich aroma of coffee slid down his throat, causing Ji Mingqian's gaze to brighten. The familiar taste was already ingrained in his bones, recognizable at first sip.
Could it be...
An uncertain suspicion began to grow in his heart.
A mix of surprise and joy filled his chest, and Ji Mingqian hurried back to the café, rushing to the counter.
He placed the cup on the counter, his voice urgent, "Who made this cup of coffee?"
"Sir, you..."
"I asked who exactly made this cup of coffee?" Ji Mingqian couldn't calm down, immersed in the joy of that person's likely presence here.
"He went that way towards the airport exit," the staff replied.
Upon hearing this, Ji Mingqian couldn't care about anything else and spun around, running out.
The tall figure sprinted towards the airport, drawing curious glances from many onlookers.
