Late at night.
The bedroom was pitch black.
Red neon light from a distance streamed in through the window, casting an unpredictable glow on his face.
Fang Cheng sat in front of his desk, looking at two postcards.
The patterns printed on the front were different; one was of scenic landmarks, and the other depicted a cartoon character.
Presumably, they were purchased on a whim from a store.
Turning them over, one could see two lines of nearly identical, strange characters written on the back.
Moreover, no sender's name or address was filled out.
Clearly, these two postcards came from the same person.
Fang Cheng's gaze flickered as he scanned the messages addressed to the recipient.
"I hope to have the honor of hearing your voice..."
"Are you afraid of me?"
The two sentences conveyed completely different meanings.
The former held the tentativeness and caution of a first-time encounter.
The latter seemed to carry a hint of annoyance and disdain.
And.
