I Entered The Book After The Ending

There were countless kinds of books in the world.One of them told stories about just how vast the world truly was. Beyond the forest lay endless salt seas stretching so far that no one could see where they ended. There were scorching deserts where nothing but sand lived, sprawling grasslands that rolled beyond the horizon, and mountains so tall they seemed to touch the heavens.Then there was frozen rain that drifted gently from the sky.People called it snow.Other books spoke of fairy tales filled with mythical creatures, ancient legends, and daring adventures. Some told romantic stories of handsome princes and beautiful princesses whose love conquered every obstacle.Rosella let out a quiet sigh.She was sixteen years old, yet she had no idea what love was.Back in Faraway, every girl who came of age simply married a farmer or a shepherd before spending the rest of her life raising children.The village boys handed flowers to the girls they thought were pretty, drowning them in sy

The next morning, Rosella wandered through the bustling city marketplace with a woven basket swinging lightly from one arm.In her other hand was a neatly folded shopping list. Madam Helen had entrusted her with a small pouch of coins and sent her out to buy the ingredients the tavern needed.Rosella couldn't help smiling. She skipped lightly through the crowded streets, humming a cheerful tune beneath her breath. Her skirt swayed gracefully with every buoyant step. Earlier that morning, Isabella had tied her silver curls into a neat ponytail. She absolutely adored styling other people's hair."Coffee beans..."Rosella murmured, glancing from one side of the street to the other."Where's the coffee bean shop?"She had already reached the end of the alley without finding it. The apple seller had sworn the shop was somewhere around here. Yet there was nothing in sight. Only a few stray cats rummaging through overflowing rubbish bins.The buildings lining the narrow alley were old, weath

Madam Helen drew deeply on her cigar, the smoke escaping in a slow, weary breath. Her eyes remained shut, her brow knitted with exhaustion. She hadn't slept a wink. All night long, she'd waited for news of the girl who had worked beside her for the past three years.Sebastian returned first, his expression dark enough to tell the story on its own.Rosella followed close behind. Her eyes were swollen, still red from crying over their failure to bring Isabella back. Madam Helen didn't need an explanation. One glance at their faces was enough. Isabella was gone."I see..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "So she isn't coming back."Though Rosella had only known Madam Helen for a short time, she had already come to understand the woman. She took in abandoned girls, gave them honest work, a roof over their heads, and a place where they could finally feel safe."She will come back," Rosella said firmly.Madam Helen lifted her eyes to the girl. "No one ever comes back, child.

Love is a destiny~ Between two people who share the same stories ~ Love doesn't know who you are, where you come from~ It comes to everyone who lives under the sky~ Even if you don't believe you shine like a star~ Love makes your spark shine in someone's eyes~ A boatman's warm, melodious voice drifted across the gentle ripples of the canal. Rosella pulled back the carriage curtain and leaned out the window. "Wow..." Her eyes widened with amazement. "It's... beautiful." Elegant stone buildings lined both sides of the canal, their balconies overflowing with cascading roses. Small gondolas glided peacefully across the shimmering water, each carrying a couple enjoying a quiet afternoon together. A smile spread across Rosella's face. From every corner of the canal, other boatmen joined the same song. Love is a destiny~ Between two people who share the same stories ~ "They're all singing the same song." Sitting across from her, Rowan smiled. "It's Pimadona's love song." He

Rowan rose to his feet and began gathering his tools."Well then, I'd better get ready too."With that, he pushed aside the tent flap and stepped outside.Sebastian was already waiting there, arms folded across his chest. Rowan spared him a brief glance."Why aren't you going in?"Sebastian strode over, stopping beside him."I think you should be more mindful of your behavior. I put you in the ladies' tent for a reason."Rowan closed his eyes with an amused smile before pressing the tip of his finger against Sebastian's forehead, gently pushing him back."Watch your tone, pretty boy."As always, he unfolded his fan with effortless elegance."I think you're the one who needs to mind his behavior."For a fleeting moment, a sharp glint flashed behind his smile."My sweet Rosella is finally ready."His smile returned as though nothing had happened."So why are you just standing here instead of seeing her?"Sebastian let out a quiet sigh before pulling open the tent flap.The sound of foots