I criss-crossed the tiled floor, the evening sun beating down on my head, sweat starting to bloom across my back as I looked, and looked, and observed, with a sick feeling, that he wasn't there.
我在这
着瓷砖的地面上来回踱步, 傍晚的阳光
在我的头上,汗水开始浸湿我的背部。 我四处张望, 观察着,心里有种不祥的预感——他不在这里。