"Holy crap, it's haunted!"
Yu Hao woke up in the morning and went to the bathroom, finding that the letter he had crumpled into a ball yesterday was back in its envelope and intact, sitting on the coffee table in the living room.
"What in the world is going on?" Yu Hao even wondered if he was hallucinating. Last night, he clearly crushed that bundle of paper and tossed it into the trash can.
He pulled out the letter paper, which was perfectly smooth without a wrinkle, just like when he first received it.
He felt an impulse to tell someone about this. It was too uncanny—dogs knocking on his door at night and letters that returned intact from the trash were signs that this was beyond his understanding.
Especially since the letter specified that no one should know about this admission letter, he was hesitant to try anything, unsure of what consequences might occur.
"What kind of person is Dean Fang, anyway?"
