Hogwarts Pear First Turns to the World's New Owner

Lichu•erzhuan just woke up from a long sleep, and her memory of this world is still a little hazy. I just don't know why, but I'm always particularly sensitive to the smells floating in the air - the thoughts hidden in the perfume bottles, the time accumulated between the pages of old books, and even the small emotions brought by the wind blowing through the grass. So the God of this world decided to write down all these fragments attached to the smell. There were no earth-shattering legends, just regrets told by someone with the smell of perfume, handwriting that had been exposed to sunlight in a certain book, or the silence mixed with the fragrance of ink that she smelled in the library one morning. Li Chu is in no rush to define these stories, just as she is in no rush to integrate into the world before her. I just write slowly, as if I am collecting stars scattered in time, and those who open this book may be able to find their own piece of light in a certain familiar breath.