A strange thing happened to me.
The collection of fairy tales brought back from Europe at home glows golden at night. I turned the page with my hands, and Cinderella climbed directly out of the chimney and climbed out of an abandoned dry well on the outskirts of the city.
Wearing a torn skirt, with only one shoe on her foot, and covered in soot, she stood on the street of a strange city, not even recognizing the traffic lights.
I thought it was just her.
But then I discovered that not only could I "see" them—I could also flip into the book.
The first time I traveled through time, I fell into the world of "Snow White". The prince who kissed the princess to wake her up did not kiss her. He saved me in the forest and blocked a sword for me. There was something in his eyes that I couldn't explain.
I told him that he was not who he was in the story.
He asked me: "What about me in the story?"
I didn't dare to tell the truth.
Because on the next page I turned to, Snow White was smiling at the mirror, and the face reflected in the mirror——
It's me.
Don't turn that page. She will come out.
But I can no longer tell who is the person in the book.
Only then did I discover that this shabby book contained a group of original heroines whose ending had been rewritten.
And what's even more terrifying is——
When I turned to a blank page, a hand stretched out from the book and pulled me in.
Welcome to "Real Fairy Tales".
It's super cool. Keep up the good work, author!