My father left us when we were young. So I have to rely on myself to maintain my life. Maybe God sees me as pitiful, so he gave me a beautiful face and excellent grades, which almost created a perfect me. I thought this was God's gift to me. But I was wrong. Ever since I went to the aristocratic school, indeed, I was a princess-like person in the eyes of my classmates. But only I know that I am just a Cinderella, a Cinderella who will never have a prince.