But when he got to the bookstore, the man felt a little lost.
Who... was this letter for?
There was no recipient's name on the envelope, nor any other information. It was just a plain, clean envelope.
The man rubbed the envelope a few times, then set it on the counter.
The familiar sight of the bookstore stirred memories of his childhood.
It had been a very long time since he'd last visited a bookstore.
He never would have thought that his first time stepping into one in years would be to close it down.
A wry smile crossed the man's face.
He couldn't help walking toward the bookshelves.
He used to sit on the floor in front of the shelves, leaning against them as he read yellowed books that most children had no interest in.
He'd been utterly engrossed.
But as he grew older, he stopped coming to the bookstore.
He preferred going out with his friends.
Playing soccer or video games.
He'd even started looking down on the old man's bookstore.
He didn't want to bring his friends there, afraid they'd think he was boring.
What a childish way of thinking.
Looking back, the man shook his head slightly at his younger self.
Returning to a familiar place always stirred up memories.
The man wandered among the bookshelves, running his fingers over book after book.
He even found the wuxia novels he'd read as a child.
He was surprised and delighted.
Were these books all still here?
Though that also showed just how poorly the old man's bookstore had been doing.
The man pulled out a wuxia novel and began flipping through it.
Hm?
His fingers rubbed against a dark stain on one of the pages.
He remembered leaving it there.
Back then, he'd only been