บท 42: Home

Still the crowded room.

He took a deep breath as he tried to savor the clean air, but a bitter smile formed on his face as he realized his nose was stuffed with dust and even on his bed that had been uninhabited for so long.

Jiang Chen examined the apartment he had spent the past two years in and suddenly felt reminiscent of his time here.

Shaking his head, he threw this emotion away.

Perhaps it was now time to say goodbye.

Jiang Chen took out his phone and called the landlord’s number before he moved it two inches away from his ear in anticipation.