Knock, knock, knock—!
After several light knocks, Lin Qiye slowly pushed open the door.
Dim candlelight flickered at the corner of the solid wooden table, illuminating the bright red mailbox. Bragi, draped in a gauzy veil, sat upright at the table, holding a quill pen dipped in ink and carefully writing something on a sheet of paper.
Hearing Lin Qiye knock, he turned to look. His crimson lips parted slightly, and surprise appeared in his eyes.
"Greetings, Director Lin."
Bragi... no, Idunn, rose lightly from her seat, lifted the hem of her gauzy dress, dipped slightly, and gave Lin Qiye a Western-style curtsy.
Lin Qiye smiled. "No need to be so formal."
He walked into the room, glanced at the neatly written letter paper before Idunn, and asked, "Writing a letter?"
"Yes." Idunn looked toward Bragi's letter, which she had already opened beside the red mailbox, and said with a smile, "He shared a lot of things with me again today. I haven't finished replying to everything yet... Is there something you need, Director Lin?"
"Nothing major. I just came to see how you were doing, and there are a few things I wanted to ask."
Lin Qiye sat down across the table and carefully studied Idunn before him.
Although she was using Bragi's body, Bragi had always been strikingly handsome and delicate-looking. Combined with the gentle, tender aura in Idunn's brows, the body seemed even more feminine. Bathed in the dim candlelight, she felt unfamiliar to Lin Qiye for a moment.
"How have you been lately?"
"More or less the same as before." Idunn turned and glanced at Bragi in the mirror, smiling. "Every night, once he falls asleep, I borrow his body to read letters and write replies. He keeps sharing his life at the hospital with me.