[Cinderella] Prince go away

Rebecca looked at Cinderella quietly, and Rebecca couldn't make any response to her question.

She didn't expect that Cinderella would appear here without any warning—and she chose the same day and time as herself; she also didn't expect that what she said to Ogwila—that is, Cinderella's mother—would happen to be She heard it; she never thought that the fact that she planned to hide forever would be revealed by her in such a direct way.

She was originally...prepared to just hide it for the rest of her life.

But Cinderella didn't know what Rebecca was thinking at the moment. The recent dreams prompted her to come here, and then drove her to conduct rare, almost urgent questioning.

"I felt a little strange before, why did you feel so familiar to me, why did you say 'you really look alike' when you saw me for the first time, my father and I don't look the same Like, because even my dad used to say I look exactly like my mom."

Cinderella's tone was a little excited. Compared with the surprised and somewhat uncertain question just now, she was speaking with a little more certainty in her words now.

"And I always feel..."

Cinderella paused. Although her eyes were still looking directly at Rebecca, her voice suddenly softened a little, "Every time you look at me, you seem to be looking at other people through me. That person ...is it my mother?"

She didn't forget the day Rebecca came to the manor, she looked at herself while touching her face.

Such an expression is called nostalgia.

At that time, I didn't know what this Mrs. Rebecca was missing—after all, that day was only their first meeting, but if she had met her mother... maybe all of this could be explained.

——Whether it was the words she said at her mother's grave just now, or her own dream.

"Cinderella, I..."

Rebecca opened her mouth under Cinderella's expectant gaze, but in the end she failed to give any answer Cinderella expected.

Seemingly understanding that Rebecca didn't want to tell herself, Cinderella finally lowered her gaze after waiting for a while but didn't get any response; her lips pursed but she didn't know what to say.

In fact, Cinderella also knew that Rebecca had no reason to tell herself.

Ever since Cinderella could remember, she knew that she was the only relative of her mother in this world. She had never heard her mother mention her parents or siblings, and her father had never told her mother that such relatives existed.

As for friends...

Cinderella has never been introduced by her mother—because the mansion has never welcomed her friends.Yes, not once.

Although I felt that with my mother's gentle personality, I would have no friends—or cut off contact with friends, but every time my mother mentioned this word, her smile was so sad that Cinderella didn't dare to talk about it after that. ask.

It's just that Cinderella vaguely remembered that her mother only mentioned it once, saying that she had two very close friends.

But she abandoned them.

Because of her persistence.

Cinderella didn't know what happened to make her mother lose her friend, but she was suddenly a little sure at this moment that Mrs. Rebecca in front of her was her mother's friend back then.

Cinderella wanted to get an answer from her, and to hear about the past.

Because now, so many years after she lost her mother, the only people with whom she could talk about her mother's past, besides her father, were her mother's friends.

The spring breeze blows gently, rustling the leaves of the banyan tree.

The pair of white pigeons residing on the branch blew again as if they knew what the two people under the tree were thinking, as if to break the embarrassing silence.

"These days... or since the day you came to this house," Cinderella said again under the sunlight, tree shadows and white pigeons' crowing, Cinderella slowly raised her head, and once again looked at the person who had been silent for a long time. Rebecca in English, "I started dreaming."

Rebecca frowned. Although she didn't know what Cinderella meant by saying that, she really had a bad premonition.

It seemed that if she continued to speak like this, she would lose the meaning of remaining silent.

Will be forced to speak by this child who looks so much like Ogwila.

"There are three girls in the dream, about the same age as me. They wear the same uniform. Although I can't see their faces clearly, I can still feel that they seem to be very happy." Cinderella looked directly at Rebe Although Ka's eyes were describing her dream, she never missed Rebecca's expression for a moment.

Rebecca didn't seem to waver, but her eyes flickered for a moment. This change in detail encouraged Cinderella to continue speaking.

"This kind of dream is going on every day. Although I still couldn't see their appearance or hear their voices before, I could feel the feelings between the three girls in the dream. But until recently, this My dream finally changed."

Although Rebecca still pretended to be calm on the surface, she knew very well that she was shaken by Cinderella's words.

——About the happy dream of the three girls.

She wanted to know what kind of dream this child had, and how happy the three girls in the dream were, but she knew that once she spoke, she would have to admit her questioning, and Rebecca began to struggle.

And Cinderella's description continues.

"Did you know? That day when I saw the faces of the three girls in my dream for the first time, I was taken aback even in the dream."

Cinderella didn't tell the other party that she was awakened, but from the next day, she could start to enjoy this dream again.

"Because in that dream, I saw the long-lost face that belonged to my mother. Although that face was indeed much younger than my mother's appearance in my memory, it really belonged to my mother."

She will never forget.

The face that belongs to the mother, the voice that belongs to the mother.

And her smile.

"Besides the mother, there is a woman I have never met, and what they call—"

Cinderella took a deep breath, and then said slowly.

"It's your name, Lady Rebecca."

Seeing the sudden change in Rebecca's face, Cinderella suddenly felt that she was a little cunning—she even wanted to force Rebecca to respond with the dream she originally planned to keep as a secret, but what she said were all facts, without any exaggeration.

That night she did see her mother who had been dead for many years, the girl she had never met, and Mrs. Rebecca, who was about the same age as her mother.

Although Mrs. Rebecca in the dream is much younger than now, but that is indeed Mrs. Rebecca.

"Even so, do you still want to deny the fact that you once met your mother?"

Cinderella knew that she was a bit aggressive, but she really couldn't restrain the impulse at this moment. She was eager to know the truth—and her past, which her mother never mentioned.

Is this Mrs. Rebecca in front of me one of the friends my mother mentioned?

"Yes, your mother and I once knew each other."

Under Cinderella's watchful eyes, Rebecca finally spoke. I don't know if it was Cinderella's illusion. At this time, Rebecca's voice sounded a bit harsh and hoarse, as if it took a lot of effort to restrain herself. mood.

"But that's all I can tell you now, Cinderella."

Rebecca, who had been frozen in place since Cinderella appeared, finally made a move. She walked up to Cinderella, then gently hugged her shoulders, and whispered a gentle tone in her ear. Said.

"I will give you a satisfactory answer later, about my past with your mother. But..."

She paused, as if trying to choose the right wording.

"Wait until I have enough courage to recall all this, okay?"

Cinderella didn't know why Rebecca said that, why she chose to say "have the courage to recall the past", but she felt it, felt that Rebecca's body was trembling slightly, as if remembering the past for this moment As far as she is concerned, it is really not something that can be done easily.

Cinderella regretted her previous persecution, she nodded, and then patted Rebecca on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

"It's okay." Rebecca let go of Cinderella, and then smiled at her, as if she really didn't care about her pressing forward, "If possible, can you go back first? I still want to... Talk to your mother a little longer."

Cinderella completely forgot that when she stepped forward to question Rebecca just now, she was ready to leave. Seeing that Rebecca's mood had calmed down, she nodded quickly, then turned and left.

In fact, she also wanted to sort out what Rebecca said just now.

Watching Cinderella's figure gradually go away until it disappeared completely, Rebecca sighed, and finally turned around to look at Ogwila's tombstone again.

The skirt drew an arc in the air, and Rebecca walked under the banyan tree with her back straightened and expressionless, completely without the warmth she had in front of Ogwila's grave and in front of Cinderella.

Then, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the pair of white pigeons that had been staying on the banyan tree and wanted to escape when she saw her coming.

"Elise, come out."

There was no tenderness in her voice, even a faint command and irresistible majesty.

The white pigeon fluttered its wings in pain, but stopped struggling after two strokes, because Rebecca let go of her hand after the person she was looking for appeared in front of her out of thin air.

If Cinderella was still here at this moment, she would be surprised by this woman in a white fluffy dress and holding a crystal wand.

Not only because she appeared without warning, but also because she looks exactly like the third girl in the dream.

"Cinderella's dream, was it you, her godmother, who did it?"