The rumored day of the end of the world was my 30th birthday.
I saved her from committing suicide.
When I woke up, I became her.
Poor her, she turned out to be a Xandula.
Sandura, I only discovered it when I was patting my chest and vowing to save you.
If you are not strong enough, you will not be hurt,
You don't have to be kind enough to win people's hearts,
Not every Cinderella can meet a prince riding a white horse,
Sometimes the prince rides on a dark horse,
Sometimes the prince rides a wooden horse,
Sometimes, the prince doesn't ride a horse at all.
None of this is critical.
The key is, the prince you long for, the sharp sword on your waist
It was probably directed at you from the beginning.
Cinderella, besides love, what else can you use to save him?
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