A mailbox that had gone silent half a year ago was reactivated.
However, this was a special mailbox since the two of them didn't talk to each other directly.
And Fu Jiu never left any specific contact info like she used to do.
Once the emails Fu Jiu sent were received and read, they were deleted automatically.
On the busy highway, a normal everyday taxi flew by.
A silver-hair youngster was on the back seat, his fingers moving, making crisp tapping sounds on the keyboard. "Yes, I'm still here."
Such a short sentence popped on the screen all of a sudden with special effects.
Furthermore, it was the kind of black font which would vanish moments after they appeared.
Everything about the message screamed that the person who had replied him was Z.
Hoshino came to a pause. He was still on the high-speed rail, and the only thing in his amber eyes was the screen before him.
And then, he laughed slowly.
