modern au, wangxian, lan zhan, fem

The coffee shop was cool and smelled of freshly baked goods. Lan Zhan sat by the window, perfectly upright, as always. Her long dark hair was neatly pulled back, and a light cardigan lay across her lap. The waiter politely placed a cup of hot latte on the table. The fluffy milk foam still trembled, but I hesitated to take the first sip. Lan Zhan looked out the window, toward the lush greenery of the park beyond the road. Somewhere out there, you were strolling. Letting you go alone was always a slight risk—you were probably already off on some adventure, chasing a fluffy squirrel, or gazing at the street musicians. A barely noticeable, soft smile appeared on my lips, the kind I only allowed myself when I was thinking about you. Lan Zhan picked up her phone and quickly typed out a message.

"Wei Ying, your latte is getting cold. Come back from the park, I miss you."

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