Sorry, I'm not Cinderella

anic, her body trembled, she quickly covered her mouth with

ghing mockingly for a while before leaving. The

eader's face was clearly visible in Clara's wide-open eyes, dumbfounded, swallowing saliva. Clara tries not to be found out

her bewildered, her mind became blank to let her body act freely, panting, Her limbs softened, she was

n her hands. Regaining her composure she lifted her foot there. Clara crept closer to the body l

her it was too late to save him. Clara put the shoe down beside her. She was cold all over and shivering. In eighteen years of her life, nothing like thi

ra approached and t

. It was difficult to see his face under the blood, but he appeared to be a young man.

asked, leanin

ntle, he stretched his hand around in the air as if searching for som

xed with rapid breathing, the pain was coming t

she couldn't pull it off. Another hand came to her face. His palm rested on her cheek, his trembling fingers smea

d to untangle his fingers from the hem of her skirt. His

and moved away from her face and slid a

gruffly, surprising her

is body, on his head where blood was oozing out from the wound

e help

ace lightly and pressed the folded handkerchief to the wound, hoping he wouldn't damage his eyes. A painfu

his here? Good. Now, I'll

his coat, suddenly blushing with embarrassment. She had never hugged another man. Struggling to stay on her feet, she staggered as the man grabbed her to lift her. She didn't think he was that tall.

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from above, Clara's two guardian an

hat she had just seen. She thought it was the arrangement of na

ntered with her own thoughts, once a

a, displeased, her han

rson the person Clara is lo

ure of her thoughts, and confidently rep

hesitation acce

her, everyone was full of c

other. Suddenly Bertha turned to leave, not

t's

Martha still standing like a statue Bertha had to t

enly startled when asked, she turned arou

the answer, was the per

Martha still do

w me." Impatient Bertha rai

are you

head at Martha'

ave of her hand she disappeared, and Martha slowly did the same,

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e hos

always honest and kind, sitting unconsciously, she looked up at the clock lying on the wall, Clara was startled when the clock struck 11 o'clock at night, she should have gone home, a little e

erson in the nurse's uniform. According to Clara's observation, the

s family member?" The

g, the friendly nurse spoke ag

ost a lot of blood, needs blood to replenish, unfor

was gentle but als

stammered

y well, hurry u

over and pulled her into the blood collection room. She was bew

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ood to save Zane. Although she didn't know who it was, she still did it for

es peopl

ara, walking her feet towards the house. Is it God's will to play a joke? the nurse

by the way, and you can go down to the ca

tal bills, for someone she didn't even know the name of. This month's salary is conside

ng to strangers as she walked. She blamed herself, so she clearly told the nurse that she was not a member of Zane's family. But everything was lost,

ughter wanted her to sleep on the street tonight, so they cons

y her parents left her? Tears streamed down her perfectly delicate face if only that birthmark had disappeared. Wiping her tears with her hand, she rubbed he

step, her small calloused hand clung to the gate, nimble and deft she climbed into the house. Rubbing her hands together, she climbed into the room by means of the outside plumbing. Opening the room window, she was finally