On the Petals of a Flower, I found something that does not belong to me

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To Everyone who is tired of running, as everything and everyone around us moves so fast.

 I was running fast. My breath was coming out fast and sharp. I started not feeling my legs and my eyes were starting to blur. My lungs were burning and I was making machine sounds ready to die.

 As soon as I assumed I had run quite far into the forest, my legs stopped on their own and I fell to the ground.

 "Fuck" I murmured to myself and got up with difficulty. I could feel my lungs ready to explode. But I shook my head and distracted myself from my lungs. The more I thought about it, the more I felt it.

 I moved and hid behind a tree. I leaned my back on it and sat on the ground. The nature around me was quiet.

 I tried to put all the facts in order and not start to panic.

 I was sure I was in my room before coming here. And then I suddenly found myself in another house, in another room.

 How the hell did that happen? I thought about the possibility of getting into the book I was reading. Something like that would be very nice. But something like that was unfortunately not this case. I knew the world of the book I was reading and I remembered almost everything. And in the book there were never things like a wooden house in the woods, ethereal guys with nice features and weird clothes, like robes worn by upper class ladies before going to bed, and Chinese language. There was also no Daryl or Alex or any of the characters I knew. These idiots were already unknown to me. Plus, one of them came up with a name that was definitely not in the book I was reading. 'Sect leader Jiang' was it if I could remember well?

 I shook my head again. It didn't matter how I came here. What mattered was how to leave from here.

 I put my finger and rubbed my chin as if I had a beard. A habit that my friends were constantly making fun of me for.

 What if getting here was the key to getting out of here?

Srtt. Srrt.

 I looked to my left. A strange sound came from there.

 Someone was there!

 I hid on the other side of the tree. How could I get away from these idiots? Why were they chasing me? Did I get into anyone else's body?

 I looked at my palms, and specifically the last finger of my left hand. I had a birth mark there since I was little.

 I let out a cry of relief. The birth mark was there. So it meant I was in my body.

 I exhaled slowly. What if I was one of my ancestors who looked like me? Or any character in another novel that I looked like I am now? Although I could list faults and reasons not to write such a thing, to a writer who would write about a character like me, I can say that it was a pretty good chance.

 But in which novel was I?

 Sengoku Period?

 Nah, they spoke Chinese here.

 Joseon Dynasty?

 Nah. Impossible.

 I couldn't think of any novel that I had read and it was originally Chinese. I had never read anything like this in my life!

 The sound became louder and louder. I held my breath. I had to bloody escape and go back.

 I peeked behind the tree. A little further away from my hiding spot, two figures appeared. I half-closed my eyes to see better. I could not see anything without my glasses. And I didn't even have lenses!