Cinderella puts on the glass slipper and becomes a princess.
A person's ball without a dress, without glass slippers, without a prince to love her, she will not be a princess.
Dance, end.
I just want to know if she was as beautiful when she died as when she was alive.
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It's neither time travel nor omnipotent. This article is purely for self-entertainment. The writing style is generally cautious and will be updated from time to time.
I changed the direction of some stories (the original one said something went wrong and I had to change the direction, which was embarrassing), and sure enough I couldn't finish it in two days. I'll finish it all next weekend and save it (bow and run away)