Chapter 9

As soon as I got out , I was about to embark on a long journey to find out whether the things in the book were real or not.

I had great ambitions.

‘Reading the same book over and over again is really boring.’

Aspiration to put fresh books in my head as long as I can. I heard that there is a country that prints out books all at once with a plate without having to go through it. I was really a starving mouse that grew up eating only books.

One day, when a young lady came in with her pale cheeks as red as ruby, she had a foreboding of parting.

“I met the prince.”

She smiled bitterly.

“Oh , our lady is finally getting married.”

The side job was to copy and sell the books in this library. She already have enough money.

After that, I secretly started packing. I’m thinking of saying goodbye to the girl who will cry out to take me to a coma.

There’s no way you can take life  like a fairy tale book. Lady still didn’t know that when married, the princess would belong to her husband’s country. Lady now loses everything she had in her maiden life and becomes the prince’s eternal toy.

However, the breakup was not that I did not kept the promise which lady  had unilaterally made for me, but rather than that lady broke the promise herself.

The lady is dead.

It was the day before the wedding day. The young lady fell into the backing well and drowned. The girl who was brought out of the well was as pale as Ophelia who had flowed down the river.

Her tangled blonde hair was gray, and her body was as pale as the silver silk pajama she was wearing. In  the midst of the screaming maids ,i could not stand the sight and knelt down and touched the dirty ground And I buried my head on the ground.

All kinds of emotions that cannot be expressed in words ran through my head quickly and hotly. Unable to purify the pain into words, I burst out in a moment.

“Wow!”

Figuratively speaking, the maids were mice. They were nothing more than beasts swarming here and there, without knowing whether they were born in the mud or made out of the gutter or darkness itself.

And such beasts usually had no root. It was just the same with me.I didn’t even knew my mother’s face.

Even if I looked into myself in the mirror all day like a witch in Snow White, there was no way to know if I looked like my father or mother.

it’s the root I realized that I was just here and earlier in an orphanage. I couldn’t hear anything but

All I knew was that if I did something wrong, I would go back to the place where I would eat white worm porridge in the morning and evening, and if I look, I would be tied to a tree and beaten.

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