The gifts from Tang Suxin were flashy but insubstantial, Shi Yan tossed them in a drawer and never used them. However, a few wristwatches he liked had been worn to the point of showing slight signs of wear.
Once Yan Zhi left, he realized that nothing was left in his room. He thought that after living together for more than a decade without getting in each other's way, their lives were like water from different wells that never intermingled.
Yet, he hadn't expected that their lives had already become so tightly intertwined.
That woman had permeated his life like sunshine, silently saturating his world like a gentle rain, and the moment she withdrew, his life instantly dimmed and dried up.
Even the morning routine of brushing teeth and washing face felt off; the taste of the toothpaste had changed, the mouthwash tasted different, even the shaving cream was not the brand he was used to.
Grumpy upon waking, he irritably asked the servant, why doesn't anything taste right anymore?!
