"Fat Fish?"
The moment he saw this nickname.
Xu Yun's heart gave a fierce twitch.
Although the word didn't sound all that pleasant, and seemed a bit silly.
But looking around Xu Yun's social circle, only one person would ever call him that.
And that was…
Isaac Newton, good ol' Newton.
Only…
Why did Newton's letter end up in my hands?
According to the previous hints from the Halo, wasn't the time in the instance supposed to be frozen?
Thinking of this.
Xu Yun couldn't help but take a deep breath, got himself together, and kept reading.
"To Fat Fish, Sir:"
"Fat Fish, it's already been five whole years since you left without saying goodbye. Uncle William, Auntie, and Lilani still miss you terribly."
"Back then, you just left a letter at the stall, saying you'd met your family near Grantham District, and then took off without even paying for your meal."
