Chapter 82: Reborn 1987 Chapter Eighty-Two: The Margins

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Protagonist:

Jiang Wenyu

This is an old apartment building; at first glance it even looks a bit crooked. The dilapidated front door has no security measures whatsoever — anyone can come and go. The building's location is dirt cheap, too; if it weren't for the address Jiang Wenyu had, it would have been genuinely hard to find.

It's hard to imagine that girl — the one with a touch of mysophobia and a stubborn streak — would live here. He took a deep breath and walked in without hesitation.

But the moment he stepped through the broken front door, two young men suddenly came rushing toward him in a panic.

"Run! Run!"

"Hehe, this time we've got something to spend!"

"Yeah, didn't expect that little bitch to have this much money!"

The two men wore leering grins, as if they hadn't seen Jiang Wenyu at all, brushing past him. Yet in that split second Jiang Wenyu caught sight of what one of them held — a square, thick object wrapped in old newspaper. No telling what was inside.

Jiang Wenyu merely glanced at it casually, said nothing, and kept walking inside.

The building's iron gate was already broken; the freezing wind poured unchecked into the stairwell. The floor inside was coated with a layer of ice — one careless step and you'd slip.

He climbed the stairs step by step, finally stopping in front of a certain door on the third floor.

But right now that door stood wide open. No mistake — this was Chen Na's place.

He hesitated for a moment, then walked in anyway.

The space was tiny: only one bedroom, a combined kitchen-living room, and a bathroom barely big enough to turn around in. No balcony. Nothing else.

Though the place felt somewhat empty, it was unnaturally tidy, hardly any dust — clearly Chen Na had deliberately cleaned it up.

Even so, the cramped space still made one feel stifled.

Strangely, there was no one here. Since no one was here, why was the door wide open?

His brows twitched slightly. He walked into the even narrower bedroom.

Inside there was only a very crude bed — a mattress and a set of bedding. That was it. No wardrobe; clothes and odds and ends were all hung on a small rack, looking fairly neat. At the head of the bed sat a very clean, cute cloth doll.

But this tidy bedroom had something off about it too: the floorboards near the head of the bed had completely come up for some reason, revealing a hollow space underneath — no telling what had originally been stored there.

He turned and walked out. At that same moment, slow footsteps echoed in the stairwell.

The footsteps drew closer, then abruptly stopped, then grew faster and faster.

Finally, *thud-thud-thud* — in no more than a couple of strides — someone burst through the wide-open doorway.

Jiang Wenyu looked toward the sound. The person who had rushed in, frantic, also froze staring at him.

She was dressed more fashionably than when she was at Chema City. Her face was still clean and pale. Her hair had come loose at some point. A faint layer of makeup seemed to have been applied to her face,

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making her look more mature, more alluring than before.

And Jiang Wenyu in her eyes? Still the same as ever — only his face was silent, his gaze meticulous and fixed on her, until his brow twitched, at which point she revealed an utterly astonished expression.

"Jiang... Jiang Wenyu..." she spoke his name in a trembling voice.

The girl was precisely Chen Na.

Jiang Wenyu didn't hesitate either. But just as he was about to speak, he noticed Chen Na's gaze suddenly shift to his own equally wide-open door. For some reason her face changed in a *flash* — she no longer paid him any mind and immediately ran into her bedroom.

The latter could only stand there waiting. Sounds of rummaging came from inside the room; from his position he couldn't see.

But just a minute later, a furious yet heartbroken cry suddenly rang out from within.

"Aaah!"

Jiang Wenyu immediately walked over, stopping at the doorway.

He saw Chen Na slumped on the floor, right in front of the already pried-up floorboards. Her slender frame trembled faintly; her fragile shoulders shuddered with each sob.

When she turned back, her face was already covered in tears, her expression a kind of indescribable grievance.