There was a woman secretly watching parade in tears. Hiding in a dark alley behind the crowd, she covered her mouth with both hands, barely balancing her body as if she was going to fall.
"… Please let him be in great hands. "
"Woorum."
The man, who was standing by her, held her hands tightly. His wishes for the baby were as strong as the woman's.
"My brother will protect him well. "
Although he vowed not to call Bipaan brother, he did again while comforting her.
After barely confirming Dohwan's safety at a distance, Ruhae and Kyosul left the Mok Kingdom as soon as Dohwan's sedan chair returned to the palace.
After the crowning ceremony was over, Dohwan, ㅜ expected, cried wildly in search of his mother. No matter how much the nannies comforted him, he was very stubborn and cried himself to sleep.
"Mom...mom…"
Dohwan murmured, looking for his mother in his dream. His clenched fists wiggled. As a child, he even knitted his brows with tears welled in his eyes.