In the kindergarten, the teacher is telling a little story. Zhu Xiaomeng is holding her small head and staring at the small blackboard in a daze. She doesn't even know after class. It wasn't until she was stabbed on the back that she regained consciousness.

"Why are you so dazzled at fairy tale lessons? Isn't that your favorite subject

Zhuang Yu thought it was very strange. At ordinary times, Zhu Xiaomeng would ask the teacher to tell the story of the prince and the princess. Even if it was only a small time, she would listen to it.

he didn't know how little girls liked the stories of princesses and...