Midnight. The cold wind blew.
Within the lavish yet kiddy room, a good-looking child was sleeping in a spacious bed with a pale face.
His eyes were closed tightly and his small lips were pressed firmly together; numerous beads of sweat peppered his small forehead, and his nose was crinkled. He appeared to be having a nightmare.
Suddenly—
"Ahhhh!"
The child screamed and quickly sat up on the bed.
He panted heavily. The ruckus he made was quite loud.
Just as he sat up on the bed, the nanny in charge of him rushed inside from outside.
"Little master, are you all right?"
The nanny wiped the sweat off his forehead with a napkin as she studied his face with a look of worry.
Perhaps because he had just woken up, the boy was still slightly absentminded.
The nanny was lost on what to do when she saw him staring blankly into space.
