The delivery guy on the electric bike weaves through the gloomy tenement housing.
A few days ago it had rained, the group rented community was dilapidated, the roads patchy and muddy, and the air carried waves of a foul stench.
Lin Yan, wearing high heels, halts midway, takes out a tissue and bends down to wipe clean the mud on her shoes.
Lu Chenyuan's dress shoes were also covered in mud, he was a man with a strong sense of cleanliness, accustomed to this as the norm.
He often went down to construction sites for inspection; after walking so much he had gotten used to it.
Reaching the address given by Zhang Fang, Lin Yan stands at the entrance of the building, takes a deep breath.
She didn't have the courage to face it, having thought long and hard last night about how to apologize—through my doing, a person died, though I did not kill him.
Lu Chenyuan put his arm around her shoulder, consoling her, "There's nothing to be nervous about, it's been so long since it happened."
