Sharjah held Moon Dream in his arms while he bowed to me. He choked, “I hope that Your Highness would let Moon Dream off. I will take her away, far, far away….”

“What’s the meaning of life…? What’s the meaning…?” Moon Dream repeated in murmurs. She broke down in Sharjah’s arms, looking ahead of her blankly.

I took a look at her and turned away, saying, “Take her away. Don’t let Xing Chuan see her.”

“Thank you! Thank you, Your Highness!” Sharjah carried Moon Dream, who was not in her right mind, and left hastily.

The new era had just begun, but some people still lived in the past. Moon Dream had just woken up, and her memory was paused at the moment before she entered hibernation. When she woke...