A promise becomes a lie that can never be fulfilled

Tears kept falling from her long eyelashes, sliding down her pale face. Her tears were stuck on his chest, and her body was trembling weakly.

"No, Yao Yao, let's go in." Ji Rufeng tightly held onto her small hand, using too much force to reveal his emotions. It had been eight years, and this was also the first time he had stepped foot into this place.

"Is it cold? "Let's take a bath first." Ji Rufeng took out a set of clean clothes from his bedroom and gave it to her. It was still the same style as eight years ago, and the hanging plate had not been removed. He should have bought it for her, but he didn't have the chance to wear it.