However, it seemed like no one had lived here for a long time, as there was a significant amount of dust in the house.
Elijah Smith closed the door and walked in to find that the green plants in the room were still there, but they had long since withered, and the soil had turned into hard, stone-like lumps.
The bedsheet and quilt cover were the same ones as when he had left, and even the underwear he had folded for her was still in its original place, untouched.
He turned around, walked out of the bedroom, and went to the kitchen. Opening the thermos, he saw that the soy milk inside had already become moldy and stinky.
It turned out that after the day he left, she never came back.
A wave of indescribable sadness arose in Elijah Smith's heart. He walked around the house again and then went back to the bedroom, lying on the dirty bed with his hand covering the lamp light as he closed his eyes.