A Rare Book from the Past Century: My Pen Pal Came from the Republic of China Era

01 My head was buzzing, like it was stuffed with a wad of damp cotton. I, Su Wan, a 26-year-old history teacher, had just finished a day of battling wits with unruly students and was now being squeezed into the subway during rush hour, feeling completely disoriented. The carriage was filled with a mingled mix of sweat, perfume, and cheap fast food smells, making me dizzy. I gripped the cold handrail, hoping to escape this metal can as soon as possible. After getting off the subway, the night breeze finally dispelled some of my fatigue. I habitually turned into the famous flea market in the urban village near my company. It was a mixed bag, and the air was thick with...