"Oh," Jun Shiyan replied softly. He seemed to have thought of something. He leaned back on the sofa again and closed his eyes. His voice was very low and hoarse as he muttered to himself, "She left a long time ago. I was being silly."
Xu Xi looked at the lonely man in front of him and sighed in his heart. He covered him with a blanket and whispered, "Third Master, you should go back to your room to sleep!"
Jun Shiyan hummed in acknowledgment. He did not know if he had heard him or not, but he turned to look in the direction of the door. In the past, he would always see her slippers on the left side of the entryway. She was in a rush when she went out in the morning and would often leave her slippers in the house.
And now, the house was empty. There was nothing left of her, not even her scent.
