Her marriage was to stay by herself in a large, empty house. Her marriage lasted from hope until despair. Her marriage was a monthly routine of the 8th. If it's a lie, then just lie for the rest of your life, okay? At least this way, they could continue all the way to the end of their lives.

Lonely Marriage

The Yuyao quietly sat beside him. Without further ado, she started to flip through the painting books in her hands once again. The room was extremely quiet, until the sound of her fingertips moving the painting books and her shallow breathing became exceptionally clear. Yuyao's fingertips gently rubbed the picture, the black lead marks left shallow marks on her white fingertips.

Yuyao stared blankly at her fingertip that was smeared with lead. Suddenly, she felt a focused gaze, and subconsciously raised his eyes, meeting Ji Rufeng's pair of deep eyes. Maybe it was due to him being drunk, but there was a hint of haziness in his eyes, so deep that it seemed to suck in a person's soul.

"You … why are you looking at me like that?" Yuyao asked.

"Ji Rufeng smiled faintly, his smile was full of unknown meaning. It's nothing, I just feel a little unfamiliar, Yao Yao, are you still the Lu Yuyao from before? "

Like the wind i have never changed