In the spring in the wilderness, the pear blossoms bloomed a little shyly. Even after I dipped the brush into paint, I still couldn't paint her smile. Looking at the little girl next to me, with a warm face, I realized that the sadness caused by her over the years was not over yet. Her daughter followed him around the vast land to collect realism, and walked through many springs, summers, autumns and winters, with two patches of plateau red on her little face. He was a wanderer, but she was not. He sent her back because he wanted her to enjoy the rich clothes and food she deserved, but she accidentally turned into Cinderella!