"Little White Dragon?"

Wanwan guessed who he was from his face.

Xiao Bailong fell down directly. He was a handsome young man just now, but now he turned into a little white dragon, lying on the bed.

Wanwan sighed helplessly, cut his finger, and blood dripped into his mouth.

The thick blood shone with golden light. Xiao Bailong opened his weak eyes and saw Wanwan's hand, with a flash of heartache and disbelief in his eyes.

"Swallow it, and your wound will heal well."

Wanwan reminded him in his ear, and that gentle baby voice made people feel distressed and loving.

Xiao Bailong's body was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Until, he actually appeared in human form again.

This little white dragon turned out to be a boy of seven or eight years old. He lay on Wanwan's bed and cried, his eyes tearing up.

Wanwan wanted to hug him and give him some love, but he was afraid he was going to cry. If he had a grudge, he should take it back, why were he crying?

"Don't cry."

Xia Wanwan yelled at him, her voice fierce and stern. Little White Dragon was startled and forgot to cry. He stared at Wanwan.

Wanwan tilted her head and said in a baby voice, "Look, I'm younger than you and I didn't cry. I've also experienced a lot of despair. Even though your father is a jerk, you still have me."

The words "and I" were truly heartwarming. Little White Dragon pounced on Xiao Wanwan and hugged her. "What you said is true. My father has a mistress outside. My mother and my sister are in dire straits. My father has already brought her home. He said that I should give up the throne of heir and my mother's position as the principal wife to her. I had a fight with him. In the end..."

It goes without saying that he was unable to defeat his father and was covered in wounds. Finally, he thought of her and desperately crawled to the palace of Longyan Kingdom to find her.