It was deep winter, and the heater was on in the room. After Ye Shengge turned it on, she could feel the heat.
However, she still felt that the empty room was unusually cold, especially when she was being pestered by the two kids a second ago, which made the silence unbearable.
She couldn't help walking to the wardrobe and opening it.
It was filled with Ji Shiting's clothes.
She squatted down, hugged the pile of clothes and took a deep breath. Actually, after such a long time, the scent left by Ji Shiting was very faint, so faint that she thought it was her imagination.
Ye Shengge buried her face in the neatly folded shirt and couldn't help tearing up.
It had been three years, which amounted to more than a thousand days and nights. She didn't know how she had survived. She only knew that she really, really missed him, and she was about t\o go crazy. If he could appear in front of her immediately, she was willing to exchange everything she had.
