The moment I opened the envelope and saw the recipient's name, my scalp suddenly felt tingling.
Fear in some form was roaring and surrounding us from all sides.
Gu Jianian opened his eyes wide, and with stiff fingertips he spread out the envelopes and counted them carefully. There were nine in total.
The only one with a different style had an inconspicuous Beilin University logo printed on the upper left corner.
The creases on each envelope were clearly visible, and even the corners that she had repeatedly smoothed out remained curled.
These were all the letters Chi Yan had written to her in the past year.
They were supposed to be lying deep in Yunmo's suitcase at her grandmother's house, but now they appeared here.
Like little devils with wings.
Such an incredible and strange thing happened in an instant like the collapse of an iceberg.
Gu Jianian's brain seemed to have closed a buckle, and he had no way and dared not to think.
She suddenly threw the envelope away and put it into her sleeve with trembling fingers.
She closed her eyes helplessly, and after walking a few steps in front of the desk in a daze, she felt very cold again, and her body trembled uncontrollably. Her stiff brain stubbornly bypassed the terrifying answer and tried to find another possibility.
At one point, she even hoped that some kind of supernatural luck would happen.
Maybe these envelopes really did grow wings and flew here by themselves.
But-
Even if it's a letter from the magical world.
An owl is also needed to deliver it.
All thoughts floated and fell in my mind until there was a "click" at the door.
The office door was pushed open.
Gu Jianian stopped pacing hopelessly and looked over.
Qiao Wei walked in holding a glass fruit plate, in which various cut fruits were neatly arranged.
She walked to the desk, put down the fruit plate, and warmly entertained her: "Have some fruit. I heard that the meeting over there has been extended and several leading actors have also participated. You may have to wait a little longer."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Gu Jianian's face and finally noticed that her face was unusually pale, and the hands hidden at her sides were shaking almost invisibly.
Qiao Wei frowned and asked with concern: "Sister, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Gu Jianian clenched his fingers, stopped trembling, and said with all his strength: "Nothing... nothing, just a little cold."
"Oh, sorry, the air conditioning seems to be set a little low."
Qiao Wei said apologetically, took out the remote control and turned up the temperature a few degrees: "Do you want me to get you a blanket? There are a few spare ones in the lounge."
Gu Jianian tried to calm himself down and curled his lips: "No, thank you."
Qiao Wei looked at her for a while, confirmed that she was okay, and nodded: "Okay, I'll go out first, call me if you need anything."
Just as her hand reached for the door handle, she was stopped.
"—Sister Qiao Wei, um," Gu Jianian's voice was deep and quiet, his eyes were dark, and he forced a smile and pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "Are these envelopes on the desk all sent by readers?"
Qiao Wei looked back at the direction of her finger, and when she noticed which envelopes she was talking about, the smile on her face instantly fell.
After a moment, she rolled her eyes in annoyance: "No, it was written by our boss to a little reader, who seems to be a high school student studying in Beilin..."