"And the silver ship will set off from here, connecting to that brand new world. That is her envisioned tomorrow, and the adventure she longs for."
"I don't want my sister," Princess Rupert's voice dropped: "Affia, to live in a future filled with shadows."
Fang Hong quietly listened to these words.
The others also remained silent.
He understood that the Grand Princess was speaking of Affia, but it was also about herself.
For she too was the blood of the King of Sand and the Queen.
But as an elder sister, he saw something called determination in the Grand Princess, just like her mother.
But does the King of Sand truly not love his daughters? If it weren't so, he perhaps wouldn't have fallen into this large trap. The king constantly haunted by past nightmares cannot escape the grief for what happened ten years ago, hence cannot judge as correctly as he did in his youth—
Yet he never failed his children.
Fang Hong subconsciously thought of the Star Ceremony celebration.
