On the first day of university, as I was packing, a mute aunt from my village secretly slipped me a letter written in charcoal. It was entirely in English, and the signature was a bloody fingerprint. My parents never allowed me to have contact with the mute aunt, saying her tongue had been cut off by her husband because of his infidelity. Looking at her pitiful eyes, I felt compassion and agreed to deliver the letter. After school started, I went to deliver the letter immediately. Just as I reached the villa's gate, a speeding sports car suddenly crashed into me. The next second, a memory flooded my mind. In my previous life, I delivered a letter for someone...
