At the end of the day, there was a lush elm forest, the sky was covered with white snow, the cicadas were noisy and annoying, and the occasional maple leaves were incredibly red. Everything is so quiet and disorderly. This is probably her world, a fairy tale that a child should have. It's a pity that there are no seven dwarfs to take care of her.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
