It was also possible that no one in this world remembered me at all.
Enjoying the calm in his mind, Fu Qian got out of bed and leisurely went downstairs.
The bookstore downstairs was just as he had left it.
In fact, with time passing at the same rate in both worlds, only a day had gone by.
He sat down beside the counter and glanced around. The next moment, he noticed something odd by the door.
There was a letter on the floor. Someone must have slipped it under the door.
A utility bill?
That was Fu Qian's first thought.
As someone who had grown up in the information age, he hardly thought of paper letters as a means of communication anymore. They were little more than notices.
He walked to the door, picked up the letter, and opened it.
The paper felt exquisite, clearly no ordinary stationery. A line of graceful handwriting ran across it.
"Mr. Fang,
I've discovered something unusual that I think might interest you. I'd also like to ask for your guidance. If you're free, please come by my place for a chat."
The signature was none other than Wen Li.
It seemed his earlier theory wasn't quite right. He did have a social circle of sorts in this world.
Something unusual? He wondered what Wen Li had found.
She must have come looking for him earlier, then considered his habit of appearing and disappearing without warning and decided to leave a letter instead.
She'd even gone to the trouble of slipping it under the door. How considerate!
After all, she'd overseen the repairs before, so she must have had a key.
She'd also been careful to address him as Mr. Fang.
Fu Qian placed the letter on the counter.
Since she'd chosen to write