"Sir, are you the one I love?"
"I don't know you." The man looked blankly at the slightly messy girl in front of him.
"Sir, are you the one I love?'
"You... You got the wrong person." The man in front of him was a little evasive in his words, and he looked at the glass of whiskey on the table with a quarter of it left.
"Sir, are you the one I love?"
"..." The man passed by in a hurry, as if he was still mumbling something. He couldn't hear it clearly, and it was scattered in the autumn wind...
The girl was of medium height, with shoulder-length black hair, and was wearing a school uniform that had been washed a little white. She stood blankly at a crossroads with people coming and going. The green light slowly turned to the red light as if it had been a long time...
"Sir, are you the one I love?"
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