Chapter 467
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Chapter 467: Writing a Letter
The Asylum of the Gods.
Knock, knock, knock.
A crisp knocking sound echoed, causing Braki, who was about to undress and sleep, to pause slightly. He walked over and opened the door, only to see a familiar figure in a white coat standing in the corridor.
“Director?” Braki was puzzled to see Lin Qiye visiting him so late.
Lin Qiye nodded and stepped into the room.
“I came this time to deliver something to you,” Lin Qiye said, a flash of light appearing in his palm as a red mailbox materialized out of thin air.
The mailbox was about half the size of a desk, with an older design, and its paint was somewhat chipped. From the outside, it looked no different from the mailboxes commonly seen decades ago.
Braki held the mailbox, his expression of confusion deepening.
“Director, this is…”
“A treasure borrowed from a friend. Letters placed inside this mailbox can ignore space and be delivered directly to the hands of the person you care about the most,” Lin Qiye said seriously. “And the person receiving the letter only needs to burn the reply along with the received letter, and the reply will appear in this mailbox.”
Braki was taken aback, carefully examining the red mailbox for a long time before skeptically saying, “Director, you can’t be fooled by this. Isn’t this just an ordinary mailbox? How could it possibly have the ability to ignore space?”
“Your realm isn’t high enough, so you can’t see the mysteries within, but its extraordinary ability is indeed real,” Lin Qiye asserted.
“Then does that mean I just need to put my letter in the mailbox, and Eden will receive it and reply to me?”
“Of course, but there are some limitations when using it,” Lin Qiye explained. “First, its ability can only be used once a day, and letters can only be sent and replies received at night. During this time, you must not look at it; otherwise, the spatial transfer will be interrupted, and the letter will be lost in the void.”
“Secondly, once you have locked onto a person as the recipient, you cannot change the recipient for a year. This means that after you send a letter to Eden, you cannot send letters to anyone else besides her.”
After hearing Lin Qiye’s serious words, Braki, who initially doubted the capabilities of this ordinary mailbox, began to waver.
What he said… seems to have some truth to it?
And he had no reason to deceive himself!
Could it be that this mailbox truly has some mysterious aspect?
“Then, can I send a letter right now?” Braki asked, a bit impatiently.
“Of course,” Lin Qiye gestured for him to proceed.
Braki quickly sat down at the desk, took out paper and pen, and after a moment of contemplation, began to write fervently.
“To my eternal beloved, Eden:
When you read this letter, it means this attempt has succeeded, and I have finally made contact with you. In these days without you…”
Lin Qiye stood by silently, watching Braki write the letter earnestly. His figure cast a long shadow in the dim light, and his pen never stopped moving, as if he had a thousand words to express. He smiled at times, felt dejected at others, and sometimes appeared sorrowful…
Time passed second by second, and by the time Braki put down his pen, three sheets of densely written letters lay in front of him.
“There’s still something missing,” Lin Qiye suddenly spoke.
Braki was taken aback. “What else is missing?”
“If you don’t write down how to reply, how will she know how to respond to you?”
Braki slapped his thigh, his expression one of realization. “Right, I almost forgot!”
He picked up the pen again and detailed the method for replying, finally folding it neatly before taking a deep breath and gently placing it into the mailbox.
“Is it okay now?” he asked cautiously.
“Yes,” Lin Qiye smiled. “You should get a good night’s sleep. If all goes well, when you wake up tomorrow morning, you will receive Eden’s reply from the mailbox… But remember, you must not look at the mailbox on the way, and you absolutely cannot open it. Do you understand?”
Braki nodded vigorously.
After everything was settled, Lin Qiye left Braki’s room, but he did not leave the asylum. Instead, he shifted his form and sat down at the base of a large tree in the courtyard, quietly observing the situation inside the room.
As he expected, Braki first walked around the room excitedly several times, unable to control himself from looking at the mailbox. He finally decided to cover his eyes with a pillow and lay down on the bed, falling into a deep sleep…
The hazy moonlight spilled into the room, and after an unknown amount of time, he slowly sat up from the bed.
His eyes opened, but the earlier excitement was gone. He… no, she draped a light veil over herself, got out of bed, and looked out the window, catching a distant glance at Lin Qiye beneath the tree.
Gratitude appeared in her eyes.
Although Eden usually lay dormant in the deepest part of Braki’s consciousness, she was still aware of what was happening in the outside world. From the moment Lin Qiye produced the so-called space-ignoring mailbox, she had already guessed his intentions.
Just as Braki had said, it was merely an ordinary mailbox.
Its true purpose was to conceal the fact that Eden was right beside him, allowing the two to communicate to a certain extent through this form. The seemingly intimidating rules were merely protective measures by Lin Qiye to prevent exposure.
Eden walked to the desk and sat down, opening the mailbox to take out the letter Braki had written to her, reading it carefully.
Although she already knew what it contained, knowing and reading it in hand were entirely different experiences. At that moment, she was no longer a wandering soul residing within Braki but rather the wife he longed for.
“…I am in a very magical, very quiet place. I cannot comprehend the existence of this place, but everything here makes me feel very comfortable. How about you? How are you doing now?”
“…The days here remind me of the beautiful time we spent in the Eternal Garden, but there are no annoying evil gods here. My dearest Eden, if possible, how I wish to live here with you forever…”
“…During my time living here, I have written a few poems for you. When we meet again, I want to sing them to you in person…”
Looking at the familiar handwriting, Eden’s eyes began to glisten with tears.
She had been watching Braki’s state during this time, and while her heart felt joy from his deep love, it was overshadowed by worry and heartache for him…
In the dim light, Eden picked up the pen, tears in her eyes, and began to write a reply to Braki.
