Standing above time and space, there is a shop
Pushing open the wooden door with faded red paint, there are several rows of pavilions.
There are many grids in each cabinet, and there are bottles on the grids
Inside the bottle are actors acting out their own stories
So, one bottle is a world, and thousands of bottles become thousands of worlds.
The world is the owner of this shop and the person who takes care of the bottles [The world is the heroine of this book]
She always thought that she was the one who created the world, an outsider
Until one day, someone stood in front of her bed seriously and said as he should:
"You are my world"
This story is about to begin...
[It doesn't matter if you don't understand the first chapter "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring". I wrote it casually on the bottle for fun, and then it will be normal, hehe]