Ning arrived in front of the door to Ely's old apartment, with Ely trailing a few meters behind. She had tears in her eyes that she was desperately trying to hold back, but her emotions were getting the best of her.
Ning knocked on the door and stepped aside, letting Ely go in front of him.
The door opened slowly to reveal a man in his late 20s. He had a head full of hair, although some of them had gone gray. His beard was rough and it looked like he hadn't cut it in a few days at least.
He was wearing a thin-rimmed spectacle and was wearing a pair of sweatshirts and pants.
He looked at Ely, someone who obviously looked about the same age as him, and frowned.
"Are you really Claire?" the man asked.
"Brother!" Ely said as tears rolled down her eyes. "It's really me, Claire."
She had proved herself through the story she had said a minute ago through the intercom, but Chase still found it hard to believe.
