Vera Nair has created a perfume that helps people to forget their pain. A lot of people has come to the young girl,begging for a little drop of the magical cure,but no one returns with what they have wanted.
"I have seen so many people that were desperate like you,even more sorrow." Vera Nair coldly looks at the man kneeling in front of her "But there isn't any wonderful perfume like you said,"
"You lie!" The man shouts,but he stops when he sees her hurtful face,looking down to him.
"I didn't lie. Why call it a cure when I couldn't even cure mine."
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