The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

The little one also likes to put one foot on his dad while sleeping, and he likes to build a nest for himself using his dad's shirt...

By the way, the little one didn't even drink his most important bedtime milk today. Does he think he's not growing taller?

He didn't bring his favorite blanket or toys.

Will the baby wake up in the middle of the night and see that his father is not there? What will his reaction be?

Winston tried to suppress his thoughts about the cubs.

His child, he raised from a tiny egg to the precious baby he is today...

He wished he could transform into a dragon, using his sharp claws to leave marks on the wall, in order to control his increasingly violent emotions.

He wanted to smoke, but he had quit since hatching the cubs.

Winston had no idea when he found himself outside Richard's door again.

He didn't knock on the door, but just stood silently by the corridor, facing the night breeze from the terrace, as if he was thinking about something.

The passing butler, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but step forward and whisper:

"Would you like to take the young prince back to his room?"

Winston shook his head: "No, he's sleeping soundly."

But the butler didn't think that way. He seemed to see through Winston's thoughts and seemed to have anticipated something. He stood next to Winston and said:

"I wonder what the moon was like in ancient times..."

They hadn't actually been standing there for long when the lights came on in Richard's room.

Then came a series of hurried footsteps.

Richard seemed to be coaxing something in a low voice, but there was still some panic in his voice.

"No, that won't work..."

Upon hearing this, Winston did not hesitate and burst through the door.

Richard looked up, bewildered, and when he saw Winston, his expression was somewhat blank.

"No, I was just about to call you, how come you're already here?"

Winston ignored Richard and went closer to see what was wrong. He found that the little guy was awake and quietly shedding tears.

"baby?"

The little guy cried even harder as soon as Winston's voice rang out.

He looked up, his little face flushed red from crying.

"Daddy, don't you want me anymore...?"

It was only then that Winston realized what regret truly meant.

He shouldn't have done that.

Since you can't bear to part with the cub, you should keep him by your side.

The cub no longer needs him to suppress his desire to spoil the child.

Because deep down, the young seem to still feel insecure.

He needs his father's embrace, just as his father needs him.

The housekeeper helped them light the lamp. Late at night, the little one returned to his father's room and was held and comforted by his father for a long time before his crying subsided and he fell asleep again.

Even as he slept, the cub clung tightly to Winston's clothes.

The butler beside him said:

"After a child is born, they will all have a very dependent and deeply loved figure, who is also the one who raises them: the mother."

"Mothers usually give life to their children and also take on more responsibility for caring for them after birth. Naturally, children are more dependent on their mothers and become closer to them as they grow up."

"Your Majesty, you are now the closest person to the young prince."

"The young prince wasn't blind from birth. He saw his family and the vibrant flowers, but then the world suddenly went dark. He must feel more insecure than other children."

"I don't know why the young prince is so patient; he seems to be naturally so sensible..."

"But thankfully, he still cries and screams for his father."

Winston looked at the baby in his arms, whose eyelids were red from crying, and wondered whether he should force a smile.

"Yes. He's attached to me."

Me too, I can't live without my cubs.

Winston thought to himself.

He watched as the nightlight in the distance came on again, and the little guy finally relaxed his brows in the familiar embrace and under the light.

Winston stood up, holding the cub, and walked around while gently patting the cub's back and humming an unknown tune.

The cubs slept even more soundly.

Winston was finally able to lie down and hold the cub in his arms.

Gradually, a black dragon appeared and circled the cub even tighter.

When the cubs woke up in the morning, they started whining and whining again.

His eyes were swollen and pitiful from crying last night.

Looking at his swollen little guy, Winston also felt that his puffy-eyed baby was the cutest in the world.

The cub sat on the bed and said its eyes hurt.

Winston dressed the little guy first, carried him to wash up, and then took an ice pack to put on the little guy's eyes.

"The eyes are in the refrigerator!"

The little guy muttered to himself, finding the cool touch quite novel.

Winston told him to cover himself up and carried him to breakfast.

The little guy could eat by himself before.

But Winston didn't let him hold the spoon today; instead, he fed the little guy spoonful by spoonful.

He even made excuses for the toddler: "Daddy abandoned the baby last night, so as punishment, Daddy has to feed the baby, okay?"

The cub thought this was a good reason and agreed.

Richard, who was sitting next to him, also sat down.

He hadn't slept well last night either, and looked at the cub with some worry.

When Richard saw that Winston had said that, he felt he should apologize, since he had actually made the little guy cry last night.

Although I don't know why the cub is crying, I don't want to talk to him...

Perhaps he wasn't a good enough older brother, and the cubs didn't trust him.

Thinking of this, Richard also took over the task of making milk for the little one.

The little guy was completely pampered today, and he couldn't help but feel that he was actually the most beloved child in his family. He was no longer so afraid of the scenes in his nightmares.

He couldn't help but tell his father:

"My little one had a nightmare last night! He dreamt he had no dad, no brother, no sister… he was all alone, being bullied! So mean, he had no food to eat, so mean!"

"So cold, so tired, so painful..."

"Dad can't abandon me..."

Winston immediately picked up the cub and replied:

"Those are all fake. You're at home, Dad's here, everyone's with you."

"You can't be homeless without family, nor can you be abused or starving."

"Honey, if you do that, then Daddy is failing in his duty. You can slap Daddy all you want."

The cub didn't quite understand what these words meant. He just felt that he was lonely and sad because he didn't have these family members in his dream.

He can't see now, and he doesn't know if his father is just a hallucination.

That's why he was so scared when he woke up in the middle of the night.

But Dad's embrace was real, Dad's body temperature was real, and my brother was real too...

Even those absurd orcs, and wondrous dragons, whales, and tigers, are real...

In this world, he was a precious child who was raised and pampered by his family from a young age.