“How are people going to live here? There aren’t any trees around.” Irina jumped down from his arms. The grass underneath her feet was dry, tough, and prickly, while the ground was dry, withered, and yellowish.

“This is the central region. I’m thinking of constructing a castle for you here.” Winston looked spirited as he gazed at the vast plot of land. Even his quiet disposition dimmed by a little.

“I’ll start making preparations now. When the construction of the city begins, the castle should be built by then.”

Irina widened her eyes. “For me?”

Her heart rate involuntarily accelerated. Avoiding Winston’s gaze, she pretended to size up the surroundings....