The next morning, Gu Xi returned to Camp No. 9527 alone.
After confirming her identity, a staff member at the camp's logistics point handed her a small, flat, palm-sized box. "I'm not sure what this is," the staffer said. "It came from South City. You should check it…"
Logistics fees were astronomical these days, yet someone had paid a fortune to send such a tiny box. The staffer, worried it might be something valuable and that they'd be held responsible for any problems, asked Gu Xi to inspect it on the spot before taking it.
"Thank you." Gu Xi took the box and glanced down at the shipping label. Other than her name and contact information, there was nothing else on it at all.
'An anonymous package?'
'I wonder which of my old friends sent this?'
Gu Xi pondered for a moment, then opened the box in front of the staff member.
The palm-sized box didn't contain anything valuable, only a small, handwritten card.
