No matter how many times people told him dragons were tough, Qiong Xing could never stop himself from reaching out whenever he saw his child falling.
And every time it happened, fear gripped his heart so tightly it hurt.
"Even though I told Nura to trust our child, I'm the one who can't do it."
"That's only natural. You're his mother. And that's not a lack of trust, it's concern. Worrying about your child is what parents do."
Was that really true?
Shouldn't he be watching over Lingxiao the way Nura and Raon did, believing that everything would be fine because Lingxiao was a dragon?
Would stepping in only hinder Lingxiao's growth?
The doubts never ended and every day he found himself wondering what the right thing to do was.
"Qiong Xing, if we were about to fight someone, you'd worry about us getting hurt too, wouldn't you? It's the same thing."
Joa said it would be stranger not to worry when his child might get hurt right before his eyes.
"I..."
