A Glimpse into the Mountains and Seas

An old bookstore. Liu Wanyu opened the book he shouldn't have opened. His grandfather's last words, the coolness on his fingertips, the smoke from the bookshelf on a moonlit night - he has since stepped into a world where reality is difficult to distinguish. The book is not a dead thing. Every page contains the lingering obsession, the fate of premature death, and his own unknown future. He thought he was reading. Later I realized that those books were reading him. What you say is not false, what you see is what you get. Who is turning the book, and who is the page being turned?