The Luofu sun filtered through the curtains of the general's residence, bathing the room in golden light. The morning silence was only interrupted by the soft clinking of teacups and the light laughter of a little girl running around the table.

"Dad, catch the dragon!" the little girl shouted, waving a wooden beast toy.

Jing Yuan, with his usual carefree air, barely raised an eyebrow.

"A dragon?" he asked with feigned laziness. "I'm afraid it's too strong for me…"

Your daughter squealed, giving you an accusatory look as if you were complicit in her father's "betrayal." You couldn't contain your laughter.

"Really?" you said, crossing your arms as you watched him. "The great General of the Clouds, fearing a wooden dragon. Now that's something new."

Jing Yuan narrowed his eyes in amusement, and in a movement as agile as it was unexpected, he leaned forward, catching the girl with one arm and spinning her around on his lap.

"Behold," he announced in a solemn voice, "the captured dragon."

The little girl's laughter echoed in the room as she kicked in his arms. You watched the scene, the contrast between the general's imposing figure and the tenderness with which he held his daughter. That man, feared and respected by many, was now just a father playing at home.