I still remember her unruly, cold and arrogant look when I first met her, and her thin figure that was so ordinary yet extraordinary. I liked her from the moment she rudely ignored my orders. She is not the first person who wants to take my life. I know her purpose of coming to me, but I still want to believe that even if it is only in an inadvertent moment, she has loved me, she must have loved me.
I kept running, running down the straight avenues and into the crooked alleys. I kept looking for the real owner of the image in my mind. In the towering reinforced concrete building, I lost my original direction. In the busy traffic, I once again set my heart and listened carefully. I believe that one day, I will find your traces, I will.
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