He looked for the shadow of that person in one woman after another, knowing full well she had vanished from the world, yet he stubbornly sought women resembling her, hoping to find the warmth he once felt from her in those shadows—
Perhaps it was the heavens taking pity on him, they placed Aldana Candi in front of him.
Although her personality was not quite the same, that face identical to hers was already enough to take his breath away.
He exhaled a cloud of smoke, and unbidden, the image of a woman, eyes wide open, gazing at him with confusion and panic, surfaced in his mind. Those dark eyes reflected his face, so pure, so clear—
The scent from his memories slowly drifted to his nose, and he felt his body, which had lain dormant and cold all night, heat up again. The man sighed softly, snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray, and turned into the bathroom to turn on the shower….
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