Cinderella opened her dry eyes and saw a beautiful and strange ceiling. The strange environment left her blank.

Where is it?

Cindy sat up slowly on the bed and saw that she had changed into a brand-new Pajama and her skin was dry. She thought that she should have taken a bath last night.

She vaguely remembers some fragmentary pictures

But she chose to ignore it and didn’t allow herself to think about it.

Cinderella frowned slightly. She couldn’t guess what Francis was thinking, and she didn’t let herself tangle in these things. She propped up her weak body and was about to get out of bed when the door...