After waking up from a dream, I became the white moonlight of a paranoid wizard

Chapter 91
"Little blind man?"

Cinderella murmured in a low voice, staring blankly at the man in front of her.

She seemed to be looking at another indifferent and rebellious child through the dusty time.

Traveling back in time and space a few years ago, little Cinderella kept her promise to little Arthur out of guilt.

She would bring her own treasure chest every day, and would hand over little Arthur's pure white teddy bear in a fawning manner.

Open the fairy tale book again and tell him the story of the Frog Prince and the story of Snow White...

At the end of each story, the princess and the prince will live happily together.

Little Arthur seemed to have predicted the ending. He curled his lips slightly and snorted disdainfully: "Nothing new."

His tut interrupted little Cinderella's sweet and waxy voice.

Little Cinderella was slightly startled. She had always longed for the beautiful love between the prince and the princess, and felt strange about little Arthur's doubts.

So, little Cinderella closed the fairy tale book and tilted her little head playfully to look at him: "Then what do you think the ending of the story should be like?"

Little Arthur raised his head slightly. There was still darkness in front of his eyes. He could only vaguely feel the dazzling light. The slightly hot sunlight burned the capillaries on his eyelids and made them twitch.

The midday sun would always shine freely on his handsome face, but it could not give him light.

Little Arthur pursed his lips slightly and said sadly after a long time——

"things in fairy tale are lies."

"Sometimes a prince will be left out and abandoned. No one will care about him, and no one will care about him..."

"He was not liked by his parents, and no one wanted to be his companion."

"He is always burdened with abuse and accusations... It seems that even breathing is a mistake."

"Not all fairy tales are as beautiful as those in fairy tale books."

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Little Arthur quietly told her, probably because the girl beside him didn't know his true identity. Little Arthur's vigilance relaxed a lot, and he unknowingly spoke out all his inner thoughts.

After a pause, little Arthur couldn't help but click his tongue again.

He is also crazy. Why are you telling this silly girl this?
This silly little girl might be like that person!
I will also feel disgusted with him and gradually abandon him and move away...

Little Cinderella put down the fairy tale book hesitantly, imitating little Arthur, and rested her little hands on the rose swing.

Little Cinderella shook her calves and looked up at the endless blue sky and white clouds.

A flock of white pigeons fluttered past, as if they were about to soar in the sky.

"Things in this world are inherently unpredictable," little Cinderella murmured softly, like a clear spring flowing through little Arthur's heart. "Happiness and sorrow are always intertwined. Only when you taste the sweetness Only after you have tasted the bitterness can it be called life..."

Little Cinderella reached out to grab the ray of sunshine, but the sunlight slipped through her fingers and fell softly on little Arthur's chin.

"You may be unhappy now, but after you get through this period, your life will only be filled with sweet sunshine!"

Little Cinderella looked along the sun, and the bright sunshine coated little Arthur with a brilliant golden edge.

He is like a little prince walking out of a portrait, with exquisite facial features and a hint of baby fat on his white cheeks. Even if he is silent, little Arthur will always look noble and dazzling. The presence.

(End of this chapter)