After a night's sleep, An Ruo ate something the next morning and went out to work. As she was passing by the security room, the security guard on duty called out to her.
"Miss An, you have a letter."
"A letter for me?" An Ruo was perplexed, as she had never received a letter before. Who could have sent it to her?
The security guard handed her the letter, a white envelope with her name written on it, but no sender's information. The envelope was thin and weightless, containing only a single sheet of paper.
In an era where people were accustomed to phone calls and video chats, no one wrote letters anymore. Letter-writing was too traditional, and the delivery too slow. She was genuinely puzzled as to who could have sent it.
Once at the studio, An Ruo locked herself in her office and opened the envelope.
