Old Yu's Noodle House.
Yu Jin listened as Old Yu and the other finished recounting everything, then, looking grave, he opened the envelope.
Line after line of slightly messy, shaky handwriting came into view—
[Xiaojin, seeing these words is like seeing me in person.]
[Grandpa feels he doesn't have many days left. There's something I've thought over and over, and finally decided to tell you.]
[It concerns your origins.]
[Eighteen years ago, year's end, December 31st, heavy snow.]
[That was the day you arrived at the orphanage.]
[I never told you how you came, nor did I tell anyone else.]
[Because your arrival was not something of this world.]
[That day…]
[I saw it with my own eyes—you appeared out of thin air at the entrance of the orphanage.]
[Yes, out of thin air.]
[It was as if you 'fell' out of the air.]
[I was terrified, thought I'd run into ghosts or spirits, but…]
