[ It's something he missed. He'd catch a sight of loquats being sold at market, or the smell of rice wine, the scent of maple leaves on a breeze - it seized him every single time, stopped him in his tracks for sixteen years. What's more, he always thought he'd lost it. That unique scent, he couldn't recall clearly, only in a haze as if dreaming, and he'd be reminded he could no longer refresh his memory, and his heart sunk every time.
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[ It's something he missed. He'd catch a sight of loquats being sold at market, or the smell of rice wine, the scent of maple leaves on a breeze - it seized him every single time, stopped him in his tracks for sixteen years. What's more, he always thought he'd lost it. That unique scent, he couldn't recall clearly, only in a haze as if dreaming, and he'd be reminded he could no longer refresh his memory, and his heart sunk every time.
He doesn't let this memory go. ]