C218 Difficult to speak of 3

There are no ifs in the world.

There was no such thing as an immortal fairy tale.

She sat on the swing in the middle of the garden, humming a well-known nursery rhyme.

A breeze blew, and the flowers in the flower bed began to emit a light sound.

She stopped humming. She saw her little prince coming towards her, with the flowers in his arms.

Look, this is her little prince