"Eme... Eme... Where are you?" Panting for air, he ran aimlessly down the street, crossing the sea of people to find that familiar face. He was slowly disappointed but not desperate. Finally, he gradually became weak and dragged his tired body to the door of the apartment where Eme lived. He opened the door and found that the door was only ajar. The room was still as clean and tidy as when she was there, and the room was filled with the faint fragrance of hibiscus, just like her body fragrance.
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