She smiled faintly. "There's a leisure area outside of the hotel. Let's go!"
Following her to the back of the hotel, we came to an open-air rest area. She found us a seat, sat down gracefully, and motioned me to sit down to talk.
I sat down across from her and asked for a cup of warm water from the waiter while she asked for a cup of coffee, no sugar.
I quietly glanced at her.
She did not seem to be in a hurry to wrap our little chat up. After the coffee was served, she slowly took a sip and said, "Are you not a fan of coffee?"
I nodded. "It's bitter. I'm not used to it."
She smiled and took another sip. Perhaps it tasted too bitter because a frown formed on her face. "It's also a blessing that you don't like bitterness." When her eyes fell on me, she smiled again. "To be honest, you and I are so similar when I was young. If I hadn't checked your DNA in person, I would have thought you were my daughter."
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