She, His Enigma

he white-painted room lifted a speck, and sunbeams fell on the sleeping man on the bed. His eyes quivered twice as he heard greetings from his assoc

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head was heavy. He even fel

night. You had fever, the doctors said, you should s

g out in the street? How come she disappeared? Once more, was it an illusion or a dream? No, that is not possible to be a dream or a delusion. He hugged her, took her in

seen anyon

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ground, and nobody else was

nce found him running downstairs but it was already an hour ago. He was concerned that something had gone wrong. He went down but his car was still in th

rom the last night." Iden spoke aga

t night, but the ones in the str

ion came to an end when a cylinder figure appeared. She looked elegant her sense of style d

She set the most exquisite, unimaginably expensive breakfast on the table. She did

ed child. She approached him and attempted to assist him in rising slightly to si

, the scent of her collagen, is very familiar. He closed his eyes and breathed in, while she held his hand to insert an IV drop. His eyes snapped open a

shed her cart and spoke under the mask." At this time, anything but porridge will be detrim

Iden s

,it's her. Even in his death, he could never forget her voice. It

d and refused to let him move.

r her, grabbed her arm, and yanked the white mask off her face. The

ogize,"

stion mark. However, he was positive about one thing: the woman from last n

s, he swore he would find her and punish her as he pleased. This ti

n control her tears. Last night, she was so caught up in her memories that she had no idea he had appeared in front of her and hugged her. For a

rrive. hiding under the tree she watched him be taken to the hospital but lost her reason to follow him. She promised herself she would never cry for this man again, but his simple hug proved her wrong. Sitting under the

ssage pooped up and h

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