Cinderella finished her bath and climbed out of the bucket, her delicate skin covered in droplets of water. As she dressed in a pure white evening gown, she resembled a lily blossoming in the morning, exuding youth and vigor.
Jing Lan held out the crystal shoes and placed them in front of her.
"They're so beautiful!" exclaimed Cinderella, covering her lips in wonder. The transparent material made her feet look even whiter, and the soft comfort felt as if she was stepping on clouds.
The newbies were all relieved. If Tang Zheng hadn't found a way to deal with the Death Nest, who knows how many would have died before they could secure the essential items for Cinderella to attend the Ball.
"When the time comes, let her lose the crystal shoes for the prince to find," Lu Fan said, arms crossed, eyeing Cinderella with satisfaction. "I'm confident that the prince will choose her."