"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Cecilia stood, almost trembling from anger, and pointed her finger at her nose.
Cinderella shrank back as if she had been greatly frightned," No, no, I didn't do it on purpose. I was nervous and accidentally fell. I didn't expect to bump into you."
"It was only an accident. Since you weren't hurt, we can just write it off."
She looked at Cecilia with watery eyes, "Is that okay?"
Cecilia has never dealt with such a grievance and brazenness.
She knew everything she wanted to refute, but her tongue became clumsy, let alone arguing. She could hardly speak.
She just repeated over and over again:
"You–..."
The commotion over here naturally attracted attention, and everyone had seen the third prince's failed arrow and hurried over,
