Here is the translation:

  On my way back on the bus, I received a text message from Gu Xue Lin: Are you on the bus now? I'll listen to you and finish eating the Shaqima, beef jerky, potato chips, and fruit jelly pudding on the road. I'll also drink the milk you bought. You can go buy some breakfast when you get back home. Take care of yourself at home, I'll be back soon.

  I smiled and replied with a text message: Okay, remember to contact me after you get home. Don't worry about me, I'll take good care of myself.

  Then, I put my phone back in my pocket and looked out the window at the passing cars and people.

  Around 10:30, I returned to my rental house.

  As I was going up the stairs, I met a student couple who were coming down. We had never spoken before, so we didn't greet each other this time either. All I knew was that they lived in a single room on the second floor.

  There were seven or eight single rooms on that floor, each with an area of over 10 square meters. Some had private bathrooms, while others did not and needed to use the public bathroom on the third floor. Each room had internet access. The only furniture was a desk and a bed.

  The rent for these single rooms was relatively cheap, ranging from 150 to 180 yuan per month (not including water and electricity). If the room had good lighting and more space, it would cost around 220 to 250 yuan.

  Around the university, there were many rental houses and small hotels, making cohabitation as common as wearing clothes or eating meals. Almost every rental house in this area had a story of a romantic relationship that started sweetly but ended bitterly.

  However, young lovers still threw themselves into relationships like moths to flames.

  I always thought that the one who would ultimately get hurt in premarital cohabitation, especially during the student era, was the girl who was initially innocent and naive. Stories of messy breakups happened every day.

  The legend of a man being able to resist temptation was forever out of reach.