The house was incredibly quiet. The girl tentatively entered. It was decorated in a very girlish style, predominantly pink and white. The sofas resembled large marshmallows, and the table was a mushroom-like amber pudding, slightly cool, transparent, and springy to the touch. The teapot and cups on the table resembled toffee, filled not with clear water but with rich chocolate cream.

The floor was made up of dark and light checkered patterns. When Loran Hill walked barefoot on the floor, it felt like walking on a mousse cake. It felt a bit soft, but fortunately, it did not stick to his feet and was relatively dry.

She held onto a row of candy canes beside the stairs and slowly ascended to the second floor of the cabin. This was an attic. In the center of the room was a large, exquisite bed, its corners decorated with small, domed spiral candies, and the quilt was also soft, white. Next to the lovely round window was a square table, seemingly made of chocolate, with drawers underneath that looked like wafer cookies. On the table sat a locked diary, the only inedible object Loran Hill had encountered since arriving in this strange world.

She walked over to the table and carefully picked up the diary. Atop the pink cover was a red heart-shaped gemstone. Inside, it read, "Gladys's Secret Diary." In the lower right corner, a line of small text read, "No Peeking!" The language seemed to be an extremely ancient and early version of the common language.

Whether to read it or not, just when Loran Hill was still feeling guilty, a note appeared under the diary.

[If you are also a witch, please recite the spell loudly, and I will allow you to see it.]

Loran Hill looked at the spell below, and suddenly a feeling of being a middle school student and shy came over him.