Crossroads

Chapter 290

When fate turned sour, it felt like a cascade of misfortune crashing down all at once.

Carrying two bags of garbage to dispose of on the ground floor, Stephanie noticed quite a few male neighbors stealing glances at her as she rode the elevator. She felt self–conscious and uncomfortable the entire way.

Underneath her long, dark green wool coat, she only wore a light purple silk nightgown. It was winter, and though she thankfully hadn’t completely lost her wits, she remembered to throw on a long coat. The modern style and color of the coat made her look even more radiant, with rosy lips and bright eyes. Despite her appearance, she felt deeply troubled.

She had no money, no phone, and no bra. Worse, she had forgotten to bring her keys.

Stephanie wondered if other renters faced such ridiculous mishaps. Glancing down at her feet in shabby flip–flops, she couldn’t help but sigh.

She walked through the complex, feeling utterly embarrassed and questioning how she had managed to get through the past few years.

Maybe the slight fever was clouding her mind.

For the first time. Stephanie fastened every button of her coat before seeking help from the property management. But her bad luck hadn’t run its course.

“Miss, I’m new here and don’t know where the spare keys are. Could you wait a bit?” said the new property manager.

“How long do I have to wait!” she looked at him and asked instinctively, crossing her arms and pulling her coat tighter in embarrassment. “Could you call someone? I’m in a bit of a bind.

Though the young manager didn’t understand her predicament, since it was a request from a beautiful girl, he agreed to resolve it as quickly as possible, even shyly offering her a seat in the property office to wait.

“No, thank you,” she replied, deciding to wait in her apartment instead.

Seeing a group of returning office workers waiting for the elevator at 10 PM, Stephanic wisely decided to take the stairs to avoid the crowd

down at her

was dusty, likely due to the lack of foot traffic and a lazy cleaning lady. Her footsteps echoed as she climbed. each step triggering the sensor lights above, casting an eerie

to climb, so she

gone for a late–night snack and wouldn’t return for at least an hour. ‘So I have to wait at least an hour,’

might end up spending the

to come to my rescue?” In moments of crisis, she always thought of

her step, she suddenly bumped into someone. Startled, she

glow,

where you’re going. The voice was abrupt and familiar, low

shock, as she exclaimed, “Why are you here?” Her eyes

ignored her. He turned and

hesitated for a second. She looked to her left and saw her

you’re the lunatic from 502!” she recalled, her tone complex, and quickly followed

he turned to look at her, clearly displeased by her calling him a lunatic. His eyes

hesitated on the stairs, stopping about 16 feet

mustered the

response. She had suspected the resident above her might be someone she

heart surged with an indescribable emotion, nervousness, confusion, and a hint of

silent, simply taking out his key to open bis

here?” she pressed, his

would randomly choose to live in this old apartment complex. He could have taken over the whole

ordinary person now. She didn’t have the confidence to hope he was

There seemed to be a thin veil between her and the truth, and she desperately wanted to know. She shouted

have been him caught off guard, yet

pushed open

his sharp, cold eyes, asked, “Do you want the

His cold question now felt like mocking

she cared about deeply, he

the blue. A thought flashed through her mind. It seemed that she never understood him. She couldn’t grasp

and likely never would

quietly, watching him. This man