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Chapter 1787: A Disheartening Dream
Chapter 1787: A Disheartening Dream
Chapter 1787: A Disheartening Dream
Amidst the bustling city, a girl in a pink dress walked hurriedly as if searching for something. Her pace
quickened, and eventually she started running.
"Annie!!"
"Annie!"
The king, alone and anxious, had eyes only for that figure. Disregarding any potential danger, he
chased after her.
"Annie!!"
The girl didn't look back, running in urgency.
"Annie!" The king, frantic, called after her silhouette. "Annie, what are you looking for? Daddy will help
you find it!"
Just as he was about to reach out and touch her shoulder, everyone around him turned transparent
and shattered into pieces. The girl's body also shattered instantly, disappearing without a trace...
"Annie..." He gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.
Alone on the empty grass, the king stood with his hand outstretched, the vivid scene playing over in his
mind. It all felt like a dream, yet he watched her vanish before his eyes.
"Annie!"
"Annie..."
In the dream, the king looked around helplessly, tears of longing in his eyes, feeling the heart-
wrenching pain once again.
"Annie... Annie..."
On the palace bed, the king's closed eyes moved, a tear rolling down his cheek. In the depths of his
profound desolation, he slowly opened his eyes.
Staring at the resplendent ceiling, he knew it was another dream... the sense of loss deepening within
him.
The clear image of the little girl remained in his mind, not fading with time.
About four or five years old, she was petite and charming, her smile always sweet, quiet yet confident.
"Annie..." The king's pain was suffocating. "Will Daddy ever see you again in this lifetime?"
His only answer was a silent void.
In the brightly lit study.
On the day of the inheritance ceremony, Rowan wore an elaborate and imposing outfit, perfectly
tailored without any need for adjustment.
The designers breathed a sigh of relief, and the servants carefully folded the clothes, placing them in a Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.
ceremonial box before bowing respectfully and leaving.
After the door closed, the room fell into a profound silence.
Alone at his desk, Rowan couldn't resist retrieving the red string bracelet from the drawer. Exquisite
and beautiful, as he lightly caressed it, his inner turmoil was hard to conceal.
Some pains lay buried deep within, once touched or brought to mind, they caused an unbearable
agony... a pain that time could not dilute.
"Annie, are you still alive?" Rowan's heart held a persistent question, a prayer.
He dreamt of his sister again last night, seeing her grown up, taller, preparing for marriage. But upon
waking, he knew it was just a dream, filled with hopeful wishes.
Meanwhile, in Prince Taylor's palace, due to his son's recent beating, Katherine had been visiting more
frequently, about three times a day.
"Be gentle..." Taylor sat before the mirror, a bit restless.
His mother personally tended to his face. Compared to a few days ago, the bruising had visibly
improved.
"Does it still hurt?" Katherine asked with gentle concern. "I'm being very gentle, is it still painful?"
"Not really," Taylor replied. "Just a bit unnerving. The first time you applied the ointment was
unforgettable."
Katherine's movements faltered, and she glanced at him. "Will you remember this in the future? Will
you continue to engage in illegal activities?"