She knew that she was getting further and further away from love. The clock struck twelve, the pumpkin carriage turned back into a gray mouse, the gorgeous dress turned back into a coarse shirt, the glass slipper disappeared, the prince left, and Cinderella covered her face in embarrassment and cried. All the sweet happiness is just a magnificent dream of Cinderella. It turns out that falling in love only lasts a moment, and the rest is all struggle and longing. If I had met you earlier, would we have fallen in love like this?
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