Qin Yue set off early the next morning. He didn't inform anyone nor did he bring a lot of things.
He only packed a few change of clothes and all his life's savings.
When he got to the train station, he bought a ticket for a train that would arrive in fifteen minutes.
He sat down on the hard bench. Looking at the post office right on the other side of the platform, he suddenly felt impulsive.
Qin Yue packed his bags and went over asking if he had any mail. The clerk looked him up and down before asking for his name.
He gave it and after checking, his eyebrow shot up in surprise.
"You received a package last night, wait here and I'll get back to you."
Qin Yue was stunned. Luckily the man didn't need him to say anything and had already left.
He didn't think he would actually receive anything. This was the first time he was getting something through the mail.
A few minutes later, the clerk returned, holding a slim envelope.
