As Jane’s fingertips touched the pure white cube, it seemed to be enchanted, instantly turning as transparent as crystal. Jane’s pupils dilated slightly; through this clear barrier, she beheld an unbelievable micro-world—it was not the Barista she had anticipated, but a complete, exquisite miniature Café.
Her mechanical heart seemed to skip a beat, shock and curiosity intertwined in her eyes. She couldn't help but exclaim, "My god, this is simply incredible!"
Inside this miniature café, a figure radiating Xingmang stood behind the counter, focused on using a Siphon to brew drinks for a group of thumb-sized guests. What shocked Jane even more was that these miniature versions of the guests were all familiar faces:
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