Chloe looked at the distance in the night sky. She always felt that there was a sea of stars, poetry, and distance in his eyes. It was the kind of eyes that yearned for freedom and the world...
It was as if the pill was very, very small to him.
But if he didn't want to stay in the pill, why did he put in so much effort to fight for the throne?
"Then, may I ask what is the prince's dream?" Chloe asked him directly. She wanted to know what kind of ambition he had.
"My dream?" Charlie repeated her words and frowned slightly. He seemed to be thinking about this question. "Yes, what's my dream? Maybe it's something big!"
Huh?
Chloe felt that she couldn't understand what he said.
He suddenly stopped. "By the way, didn't Madam just ask me what I want to ask you?"
"Ah, yes." Chloe nodded and almost forgot this question.
