Bragi stood at the entrance of the warehouse like a statue.
After a long while, he raised a finger in confusion and lightly flicked the warehouse lock. The doors swung open in response.
Swirling dust mixed with the inky scent of letters rushed toward Bragi. He stepped inside, his gaze falling upon the largest shelf in the center.
Densely packed letters were neatly arranged on every level of the shelf. Dates were clearly written on their labels, and there were at least a thousand at a glance.
Bragi recognized those envelopes. They were the envelopes he and Idunn had used to exchange letters.
Bragi swiftly reached out, pulled out a letter, and opened it. He carefully read it from beginning to end, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter.
Holding that letter in his hand, he took out another and skimmed its contents.
"How is this possible..." Bragi's eyes were filled with bewilderment and helplessness. He kept pulling out letters, opening and reading them. The more he did so, the deeper the confusion in his eyes became.
These were all letters he had exchanged with Idunn, yet they should have been sent out through the mailbox long ago...
Why were they here?
"Bragi? Bragi?"
Outside the door, Li Yifei called Bragi's name. When he reached the warehouse entrance and saw Bragi standing helplessly before the shelves, his body jolted.
He stared blankly at the scene. "How did you get in here?"
Bragi finally came back to his senses. The hand clutching the letters trembled uncontrollably as he hurried over to Li Yifei, raised the letters in his hand, and said between heavy breaths:
"Li Yifei... tell me, what is going on?
Why are the letters I sent to Asgard, to my wife Idunn, here?"
Seeing Bragi's bewildered, struggling eyes, Li Yifei