Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-Three [She Left, We Came Together]
That night, Chen Nuo sat in the living room of his home. Not on the sofa, but on the floor, hugging his knees and looking up at the portrait of the old lady on the wall. It seemed that in this unfamiliar home, only this portrait felt like his own, his sole familiar presence.
Finally, as dawn vaguely broke, a hint of resolve flashed in the young man's eyes. He staggered to his feet, went back to his room, and began to rummage through the house's drawers. First, he looked for money. In the bedroom nightstand, he found some cash—around ten thousand yuan. Chen Nuo looked at the stack of banknotes, hesitated, then counted out eight hundred yuan. This is mine... The rest isn't, he thought. Chen Nuo sighed, then found his ID card and student card.
