No, I didn't fall in love with him, Yingzi warned herself in her heart, even if it was such a magical encounter. Because this is not a fairy tale, the light of magic will eventually dissipate, and the princess and the prince may not always live happily. The two sides of things dictate that only suffering can best interpret happiness. Whether it is Cinderella or Snow White, their happiness is not in vain. And I, Ying Zi, once again reflected on my life. I had neither a fairy godmother nor a dwarf friend, only the fate that was doomed to be erratic and drawn by this impartial beam of light.