"All my friends have forgotten about me. I think they've found more important things than me."

He took his head out of the book as I turned my face to the ground. He leaned against the peach tree.

"If you write books that aren't very popular, that could also be the best. Do you know this book, Paradise? Within three years of its release, it hadn't sold even more than a hundred copies. If you ask a hundred people if they have read this book, only one of them will. Some will only say that they've seen this book."

"So wouldn't that be unfair to the person who wrote it?"

"But it is beneficial for those who read it. The fewer people who read this, the fewer people will try to find paradise. Then those who really want paradise will go on their way freely. That is what the writer wanted. That is why the writer is still printing this book at a loss."

His words really put my mind at ease. He was really like the actual Beauty who was in the fairy tale. Calms everyone's mind. Now he was ready to find an answer to my other question.