The Glimmers Café
The worn-out bell, struck by the door, let out a dry, reluctant sound, like an old man who hadn't spoken in a long time clearing his throat. Lin Yuanshan pushed open the glass door of "The Glimmers Café," and a wave of warm air washed over him, carrying the aroma of aged coffee beans mixed with the musty smell of old books. Three o'clock on Thursday afternoons—this was his unchangeable routine.
