On a stormy night, a tiny six-year-old girl climbed over the orphanage wall and ran away. She was old enough to start school, but no family was willing to adopt her. The crumbling orphanage clock tower seemed to silently remind her that there was no money here to pay her expensive tuition. The beautiful clothes the other children received every month, and the disdainful looks on the nuns' faces, only strengthened her resolve to leave.
She fell into a patch of weeds and bushes, then took one last look at the clock tower. The dense ivy looked limp beneath the torrential rain, its climbing vines like blood stalled in the veins, briefly freezing time...
Without an umbrella, the girl walked along the road, pushing her large cello. Her hand trembled around its handle, and her eyes grew hazy, just like the rainy night around her...
Wandering aimlessly along a street corner, she stopped in astonishment before the home of a wealthy family. Through the enormous picture window, a beautiful young woman sat quietly playing the piano. "Ah, it's beautiful!" the girl sighed. "A woman this beautiful probably wouldn't mind giving me something to eat, would she?" She walked softly to the ornate wrought-iron gate. Standing on her cello case, she rose onto her tiptoes, trying to reach the doorbell. But her foot slipped, and she fell. She was too tired today, and closed her eyes in exhaustion.
Ten years later
The girl of long ago arrived at an elite high school. She was beautiful and serene, noble and composed. Her family's formidable influence made people keep their distance. The once-fragile girl had long since transformed into an elegant princess...
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