The wind blows gently, cherry blossoms are flying all over the sky, and the aroma of rosemary is mixed with the intoxicating scent. The pink castle-like villa stands in the woods surrounded by green. The fragrant soil breeds many lovely factors. A white corridor made of camphor wood outside the woods leads directly to the entrance of the villa. The shadow of the villa appears and disappears in the amber-green lake. The sun seems to be particularly fond of this land under the light, giving it all its light without hesitation.
The sunshine gave the villa a luxurious yet elegant golden edge, and the swans gathered in front of a rather shabby-looking wicker chair. The young man on the wicker chair has a tight smile, fair skin that can be broken by a blow, and perfect contours. Perhaps this is God's highest masterpiece. Pink cheeks, a high bridge of nose, thin lips like cherry blossoms, and eyes as deep as the night sky. Even the swan, which is said to be the crystallization of "nobility and beauty", is also fascinated by it.
But no matter how perfect a place is, there are places where the sun cannot shine, and the same goes for people. However, at least at that moment, Cinderella Manor was the legendary paradise.