After a while, the little ones strolled down the stairs.

The little ones feared their mommy would notice their injuries and changed into long-sleeved pajamas.

Rosalie was already sitting at the table. She watched the little ones approaching her when suddenly she noticed that something seemed wrong.

After staring at Nox for a long time, Rosalie frowned and asked, “Nox, what happened to your hand?”

The little one’s palm had a visible scratch wound.

Hearing his Mommy’s question, Nox froze and