In the dead of night, only the rustle of leaves on the street is heard. Your eyes are closed and you are already in your dream world..

"He can't sleep." You're a light sleeper and you heard this phrase. In the pitch darkness, at the bedroom door, Blade stands. Apparently your son, who is only 5 months old, doesn't fall asleep as easily as you do. Looks like a mother's touch is needed. You still wonder where Blade got so much tolerance for your baby. Not only that, he is also unquestioningly taking care of your son... You involuntarily feel something warm in your chest, thinking about it.