Chapter 1071
At the edge of the galaxy, myriad stars surround a golden crown, above which the number 749 is written. You'd think this was the end, but beyond the 749, there is a mysterious abbreviation attached: FTT.
The craftsmanship of the statue is delicately detailed, each intricacy withstanding the scrutiny of a magnifying glass. Each part holds a tiny secret. Its eyes stare straight ahead, embodying a cool and proud aura, a mix of noble independence and dazzling charm.
As Chloe Collins' thumb brushed over the "Starry Cloth," her lips curved upwards.
"How do you remember all this?"
Although he had witnessed her identity unraveling countless times, she never saw much astonishment on his face.
Yet, it seems he remembered everything.
"And what does this FTT mean?" She turned to ask him.
The man's smile turned enigmatic: "Hmm... It's a wish."
A wish.
Chloe's eyes fell upon the three letters, a clarity evident in her gaze.