Countdown to Narcissus's Redemption

2011, the end of the lunar year. Students were about to go on winter vacation, and the two streets near the school that usually bustled with business had fallen quiet. Shen Zhi had rented an apartment about a kilometer from the school, in a prime spot. The place was on the second floor, above an old bookstore that sold all kinds of second-hand study materials and mysterious notebooks. The apartment was over eighty square meters, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, and one bathroom—enough space for one person. After tidying it up a bit, Shen Zhi could finally move out of the hotel he had been staying in and settle down somewhere proper. “This table is heavy as hell,” the bookstore owner puffed as he helped carry a desk upstairs. In the freezing cold, he still managed to sweat th