The scenery that came into Qiao Heng's eyes seemed to be strange, and all the sounds in the dance hall seemed to be deliberately fast-forwarded several times before reaching his ears.

What will happen to this body that has been hollowed out by the original owner of the body with a wine-colored base, and a soul that causes the body's rejection reaction anytime and anywhere?

I hope I can live a little longer in this life.

But...... Maybe he should have gone and rested, as Cinderella said.

He wasn't going to go to the lounge, though, and the lounge at a ball like this wasn't really a place to rest. For example, at this time, he had no doubt that there were already men and women occupying the lounge and starting to flirt/flirt inside.

Although he usually lived in the castle outside the royal city, he also had a manor house inside the royal city for residence. So, he decided to go straight back to the manor, and he hadn't been looking forward to the ball much anyway.

Qiao Heng calmly waited for the strange vision in front of him that had distorted the light to return to normal, and when he turned his head, he happened to see the countess who was picking on Cinderella.

He stepped forward and whispered something to the countess, easily helping Cinderella out of the siege.

He is not talking about high-quality, connotative, in-depth words, if you really want to classify what he says, you can probably divide it into the category of "rhetoric" that countless people have criticized and disdained.

But his expression and tone are all sincere. There is no kind of harmony like a spring breeze, nor is it the kind of sonorous and powerful firmness, but it is the most ordinary but plain and natural.

Cinderella looked at the Count and her stepmother, who were having a good conversation, and felt a little embarrassed.

The Countess had not yet found herself as unsuccessful as she had ever been until she was coaxed away contentedly.

Qiao Heng pinched his eyebrows a little tiredly.

He remembered that Cinderella had told him before that she didn't like the prince. As she said, she never showed how enthusiastic she was about the ball, which was a bit like him.

He asked, "Ella, I'm ready to go." Do you want to go back to the manor with me, or are you going to stay here and wait until the ball is over before you go back?"

Hearing the Count say that he was leaving the ball, Cinderella was very supportive of his decision. She had wanted the Count to go and rest for a while, but he always wouldn't listen to her.

Then, when Cinderella heard the Count ask her if she wanted to leave the palace with him, she pursed her lips, and the words she had intended to promise were not spoken after a few hesitations.

She really, really liked the Count, but the Count had silently rejected her.

She didn't know what face she should face the Count when she returned with him.

Cinderella fears that the Count will hate her and alienate her because of her previous recklessness.

The clear blue eyes, with a moist light, looked at the young earl opposite with a soft and careful look, and she said with some difficulty: "Still not, I'll go back after the ball is over." ”

"I'll be waiting for you at the manor, and after the ball, a coachman will come and pick you up. Qiao Heng said, "Remember to have fun." ”

Cinderella quietly Qiao Heng did not miss the back of the departure, until she could no longer see him, she lowered her eyes in some loss and withdrew her gaze.

She stood alone in the corner and didn't invite anyone else to dance.

I don't know how long it took, but a figure suddenly blocked the light, and a shadow covered the body.

It was a young man with sun-kissed hair and a white dress embroidered with gold stripes, and his blue eyes were so pure and clear that it was impossible to discern any of his feelings from them.

The prince said, "Dear young lady, I wonder if I have the honour to dance with you?"

......

Qiao Heng's manor in the royal city has not been lived in a few times since he bought it.

Although he was the owner of the manor, he had only the word "strange" to the manor. It was so strange that he didn't even want to use the word "homecoming" to describe it.

Home......

Qiao Heng was suddenly stunned.

At the ball, he also seriously recalled what kind of personality he had in the past. If he followed this point and continued to think about it in other ways, he would not be surprised to find that his memories of that first life were a little blurry.

He may have had close friends, his alma mater, his place of work, the looks and names of his parents, the street where his home is located, the name of the city...... There was only a hazy trace left in his mind. And the only impression left, he was not sure that there was no difference.

No matter how he tried to escape, he had to admit it.

He couldn't remember what his original "home" was like.

He sat on the single sofa, holding a slender metal rod in his hand, and on the small table in front of him lay a delicate lampstand, which he used to tease the candle flame in the lampstand.

In the young man's silver-gray eyes, there seemed to be a flame, burning silently.

"Bell-bell-bell-"

The bell rang twelve times in a row, and midnight had fallen.

Qiao Heng raised his eyes and looked at the pendulum clock, it was not early.

He stood up, and the maid pushed open the door to lead the way, and he followed behind to the bedroom. There was silence all around, except for the footsteps of the two of them and the sound of breathing echoing through the hallway.

Suddenly, another slightly hurried footstep sounded in the hallway.

Footsteps grew closer, until a shadow appeared around the corner of the hallway.

Cinderella walked out of the corner with her skirt lifted, she first glanced at Qiao Heng with a little surprise, those clear eyes seemed to say, "Earl, haven't you slept yet", and then a smile appeared in her eyes, as if she was glad to meet him as soon as she returned.

Cinderella: "The ball was so boring, I'll be back early." ”

She carefully and cautiously hid her hesitation and trepidation in the bottom of her heart, and looked at the young man with a little joy and dependence as usual.

Qiao Heng said: "I'm going to sleep now, you should go to rest early." ”

Cinderella nodded obediently and submissively.

Qiao Heng: "Remember to prepare these days, if you want, I will accompany you to pay tribute to your mother." ”

Cinderella's eyes were a little moist, and she said in a trembling voice, "...... Thank you, sir...... Thank you so much. ”

"No thanks. ”

Just as Qiao Heng was about to pass by her, Cinderella suddenly grabbed his sleeve with her hand.

Qiao Heng looked at her with inquiring eyes.

This puzzled look alone broke Cinderella's previous pretending to be nothing, she could no longer maintain that strong mask, she hugged Qiao Heng with both hands, and slightly lowered her head against his chest, not letting him see the look in her eyes.

“...... Sir has always been so nice to me, how you make me dislike you. ”

The young earl, who was embraced by the girl, was silent for a moment, and then he raised his hand to help the girl comb her sideburns, which were somewhat messy.

Qiao Heng said honestly: "I'm not as perfect as you think. ”

Cinderella: "I know. ”

"Maybe it won't be long before you hate me. Just like he had encountered before, no matter how many sweet words the other party said, once he knew the past of this body, he could only avoid this expression.

Cinderella hurriedly said, "Never!" She was a little sad, why did the Count think she would hate her?

There was even a bit of crying in her voice: "...... How could I hate you, and if I hate even the best person in the world, who else can I like?"

She couldn't help but sob.

Then in the next moment, her tears came to an abrupt end.

She felt the soft touch on her forehead, and slowly opened her ethereal eyes. She raised her head, as if she was afraid that this long-awaited hope would fly away, and she quickly closed her eyes again, hiding the hope in her eyes.

In the midst of an anxious and apprehensive waiting, something came to his lips with a warm breath.

......

On this day, as Qiao Heng promised, he accompanied Cinderella to her mother's grave.

The gentle breeze lingered across her cheeks, blowing a strand of Cinderella's hair to her lips. Cinderella brushed her hair with her hand, then placed her hand on the tombstone, rubbing it full.

In front of the tombstone, there was a bouquet of flowers that had just been plucked, and the girl looked at the tombstone with a soft and quiet look.

From time to time, she whispered something, as if listening to the whisper of someone who had died, and every now and then she would pause for silence.

Qiao Heng didn't get close to Cinderella, he stood a little farther away. Cinderella glanced up at him occasionally, then slowly lowered her eyes to the tombstone.

Qiao Heng waited patiently aside, observing by the way whether the fairy who had given Cinderella a lot of help in the legend had appeared, but unfortunately the so-called fairy had never appeared.

He wondered a little boredly, was it because of the existence of those fairies and fairies in this world, or because of his arrival, the fairies did not want to appear in front of Cinderella's eyes, or those fairies and fairies, who felt that Cinderella did not need their help at this time and did not appear in front of her?

Qiao Heng withdrew his gaze at Cinderella with some regret.

At this moment, the scenery in front of him was shattered and distorted again, and the original sound of the wind became like a scream. The scenery in the field of vision changed again, and the already shapeless scenery gradually dimmed, and finally returned to darkness.

Qiao Heng stood silently in place, as if nothing had happened.

Cinderella kissed the tombstone, "Mother, I'll come back to you when I have time, I love you." ”

She straightened the hem of her skirt and looked at the Count again.

The young man stood under a tall plane tree, the dappled sunlight shining on his shoulders, and his whole being seemed to be about to melt into the sun, and the legendary Raphael was no more than that.

The young man was aware of her gaze, and in the darkness he raised his forearm slightly and beckoned to her.

Qiao Heng's left hand was half-hidden in his sleeve, and his nails were tightly clenched into his palm. Just like at the prom, the headache that almost blew his brain apart returned. The soles of your feet are soft, like stepping on clouds, and you have nowhere to focus.

Cinderella walked towards him with a smile on her face, carrying the hem of her skirt.

She thought back to that night, when the Count had made promises one by one under her inquiry, and there had never been a happier moment.

'Sir, I don't like all the people in Manifik Manor, can I not go back again?'

'I promise, no one can force you to do something you don't like. ’

'Sir, can you paint me an oil painting?' ’

'If you don't dislike me for not drawing well.' ’

'Let's draw both of us in it, even in the painting, I want to be by your side forever.' ’

‘...... Good. ’

There was a slight smile in the corner of the girl's eyes, and her eyes seemed to reflect the pure and beautiful scenery of this world, and the hair scattered behind her back was gently raised by the wind.

Suddenly, Cinderella's face was flushed with all blood.

The young man, who was standing under the plane tree, fell to the ground without warning, his face pale.

Cinderella hurried forward in horror and whispered, "Sir?"

"Don't scare me, sir. ”

“...... Sir?"

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the author really has no love for the Cinderella volume, so it's okay to end this volume like this o(>_