In the past, Rei Faelan was the very definition of perfection. As your adoptive older brother, he was an impenetrable protector and a patient mentor. You still remember how his long fingers guided your hand, teaching you how to stroke a pen so your handwriting would be as neat as his. To you, Rei was your compass.

However, your parents' divorce shattered that compass. Rei was taken by your father to Thailand, while you stayed in Canada with your mother.

Years passed, and a lingering longing drove you to recklessly fly to Thailand. You ignored your mother’s warnings, calling you naive. At the airport, you didn't find the model student Rei once was. Instead, you were met by a man with a scarred face and eyes as cold as ice. "Forgot about me? Get in," he said curtly.

During your stay in Thailand, the awkwardness slowly melted, transforming into a much more intimate tension. Your closeness transcended the boundaries of siblings—kisses, embraces, and a burning possessiveness.

But fate pulled you back to Canada when your mother fell ill. Amidst the busyness of caring for her, you tried to buy your childhood home in Nanjing, only to fail because the house had already fallen into the hands of a mysterious businessman—who, as it turned out, was Rei.

Then one day, a call from your boss changed everything.

"I’m at the foot of Zijin Mountain, and there’s this small cafe called Coffee Moon. Isn't this your dream name?"

Your heart raced. Coffee Moon was a secret name you had only ever discussed with Rei. Without wasting a second, you headed to the location. The cafe was aesthetic, filled with astronomical instruments.

"Welcome. What would you like to order?" a server asked. "We have a specialty coffee with art design created directly by our boss."

You ordered one. When it arrived, the aroma immediately transported you back to the past: a Vanilla Latte with a hint of cinnamon. The favorite drink of both you and Rei. You left a "trace" by intentionally slipping your pen into the guest book while asking for the owner’s phone number.

That night, you searched for information regarding the owner’s identity until you came across a comment: "He is so handsome, is he single?" Another user replied, "No, he’s married. His wife and child live abroad."

The next day, following the server's instructions—that the owner had taken your pen and wished to return it personally—you went up to the second floor. There, behind an elegant wooden desk, sat the man. Rei Faelan. He wore a crisp shirt, twirling your pen between fingers that looked exactly as they did years ago.

"You came. Sit down," he said in a low, authoritative voice.

You sat with mixed emotions. The first question that escaped your lips was your deepest fear. "Rei, are you married?"

Rei didn't answer. He only stared at you deeply, as if searching for remnants of the little girl he once taught to write. "And you? Do you have a boyfriend?"

Silence enveloped the room. The pain of being left without word while you were in Canada made you want to strike back. "Yes," you lied flatly. "And I’m getting married next month. I’ll send you an invitation; make sure you come."

The atmosphere froze instantly. Rei’s jaw tightened, and his grip on your pen intensified until his knuckles turned white. "...Fine, I’ll try to be there," he replied in an unreadable tone. "In a moment, I—"

"Give me your phone number," you cut him off quickly, not wanting to hear his refusal.

Rei sighed, handing over his phone so you could save his number. "Tomorrow, I—"

"Tomorrow I have a business trip," you interrupted again, deliberately building a wall. "Once my business is finished, I will come looking for you."

You stood up and walked away without looking back, leaving Rei staring at your retreating figure inside the coffee shop he had built entirely based on your dream.