When the phone notified her that the transaction had been successful, Cheng Qingchong removed the bank card and the house keys from her purse. She placed them on the bedside table, stood up, picked up her luggage, and left Qin Yinan's house.
Before closing the door, Cheng Qingchong still turned back to glance at Qin Yinan's room. The lights in the room weren't one, and it was getting dark. The place was shrouded in shadows, but Cheng Qingchong could easily recognize the shadowy shapes in the darkness—the European style table lamp, the running machine, the badminton racket…
Cheng Qingchong's eyes started to mist. As if afraid, she quickly pulled the door closed and ran to the elevator. She was alone in the elevator, staring at the ticking red number. The mist gathering at the bottom of her eyes started to pool before falling down her face as tears.
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