Once, Rebecca sat with the Toy Soldier on an abandoned wooden beam, swinging her legs as she said, "I want to live with the Toy Soldier." The Toy Soldier looked at her in great surprise.
Rebecca hurried toward Cyrus's cabin, her face scratched and bruised. She fell again and again because she was not used to wearing high heels.
She remembered how the Toy Soldier had once tried to teach her swordsmanship by the sea, but Rebecca had said sadly, "Mama said I mustn't hurt other people."
The Toy Soldier had said, "I'm going to teach you how not to get hurt." Even on rainy days, he had been very strict with her, making her get back up and practice with the sword over and over, making her grow stronger. Rebecca fell, then climbed back to her feet.
As she ran with all her strength toward Cyrus's cabin, Cyrus glanced at the note on the table. For ten years, she had been hunted and scorned everywhere because she was royalty. This time, I want her to find happiness because she is royalty.
Cyrus opened the door and walked out into the flower field. I can't stay here any longer either. He closed the door, then turned around—and suddenly saw Rebecca running toward him in a yellow dress. She was covered in wounds, her dress torn to shreds, gasping for breath.
Seeing Rebecca's battered face and the wounds all over her body, Cyrus was stunned. His bag slipped from his hand in fright as he cried, "Rebecca!"
After catching her breath, Rebecca gritted her teeth and said, "Don't lie!" She looked like she was about to cry.
Cyrus looked away and said, "You mean that letter? It wasn't a lie. Back then, I really was a worthless man." He told Rebecca,