After returning from Xiweiya's house, the boy was in a heavy mood. He felt the weight of family affection for the first time.

Xiweiya's mother was crying as if she was still shaking in front of her eyes. He felt a heavy heart in her heart and wanted to find someone to talk to her, but when she thought about it carefully, she didn't know what she wanted to talk to.

My parents had already gone to bed and the lights were on in the room. It was because they deliberately turned off to prevent him from seeing something at night.

Turning the light off casually, the boy returned to his room and turned on the light to find Ania lying on his bed.

"Why are you here?" Ania wrapped herself in the quilt, making it impossible to see if she was wearing clothes. The boy was hesitant to get closer. He was a little afraid of accidentally seeing something he shouldn't have seen.

"I can't sleep." Ania looked at the boy with her shiny eyes, because her lower half of her face was covered in the quilt, and her voice was muffled.

"So you shouldn't sleep when you're in the car..." On the train, Ainia slept besides playing games and chatting. She slept for too long during the day and couldn't sleep at night.

"Why don't you play games?" Ania often stays up late to play games, and usually sleeps after twelve o'clock. Even though she is going home now and her internet speed is not as good as that of school, the boy doesn't believe she will give up the game because of internet speed and run to her room, "Is there anything wrong?"

Ania blinked and shrank her head into the bed.

"?" Ainia's reaction stunned the boy.

He walked to the bed and sat down, patted Ania through the quilt, without urging or extra movements, and just calmed down like this.

After a while, Ania poked her head out of the quilt, because she was too bored for too long, her face looked red.

"Dad... I'm a little scared." Ania was a little hesitant. She stretched out her little hand from the quilt to hold the boy's hand on it. The soft touch made the boy feel a little excited.

"What are you afraid of?" The boy touched Ania's head. Of course he knew what Ania was afraid of, but it was just the same as when he got off the train.

Ania was silent again. As the boy thought, when she was so close to her hometown, a kind of fear suddenly arose in her heart. The inexplicable restlessness and uneasiness in her heart made her unable to sleep or play games. So she slipped into the boy's room after the boy's parents fell asleep.

Because I held the boy's hand, Ania's mood was much more stable than when she was alone. After a while of hesitation, she said: "I haven't seen my father for a long time. I'm a little worried about meeting..."

The boy nodded understandingly: "Safe, Ainya, no matter what, you are all relatives. Even if you don't meet for a long time, you won't become like strangers."

"But, I think my father was like a stranger to me." Ania lowered her eyes and looked a little sad. After hesitating slightly, she slowly told me, "I am not a child who likes my father, I was born like this. When I was born, my mother was dying. My father came back late because of his busy political affairs, so my mother almost died because of this, so my father never liked me..."

"Aniya, how do you see that he doesn't like you? I think there is no parent in this world who doesn't like their children." The boy interrupted Aniya and asked in a gentle tone.

"My father rarely smiles in front of me. Although my mother said yes, I have never seen him hug me for as long as I can remember. If it weren't for not liking it, who would have treated his children like this?"

"Maybe he just doesn't know how to express his feelings? The world is so big, there will always be such people. They are not good at expressing feelings, and they don't know how to express their feelings, so they seem to be cold to people on the surface."

"Maybe." Ania shrank her head and buried her lower half of her face in the quilt again, saying in a suffocating manner.

After a pause, Ainia continued to speak, because the voice was very small because she was covered by the quilt. The boy leaned down and heard what she was saying: "Since I started studying, my father has been very strict with me. If there are some things in the textbook that cannot be recited or even hesitated, he will be thumped by the palm of his hand. When practicing magic, he did not meet the standards he required, and he would be prohibited from eating. He must practice on the training ground until he passed, even if it was rainy, snow and windy weather..."

Perhaps this is also one of the elements that account for a large proportion of the emergence of Anya's social phobia.

The boy imagined that scene and clenched Ania's hand with some distress. He noticed the power coming from his hand. Ania smiled slightly at the boy.

"When my mother was alive, my father would occasionally smile, but after my mother passed away, I never saw him laughing in front of me again... Dad, do you think he used to smile at my mother? I just happened to be the extra person at the scene?"

The boy didn't say anything, and he didn't know how to answer the question Ainia.

"After my mother passed away, he was busy avenging and handling government affairs, so he rarely came back to see me. Although he also arranged servants,... I was very scared. I was afraid that some of those people would suddenly show their weapons and rush towards me like they were killing their mother. I was afraid to talk to them, afraid to walk out of my room door, the empty palace, and I couldn't see my father a few times a year. I... had no sense of security at all." Ania seemed to remember something terrible, her face turned pale and her eyes became weak.

"It's okay, it's okay, Ania, I'm here." Ania originally held the boy's hand and clenched it tightly. Although it was a bit painful, the boy had no intention of letting go of his hand. Even the powerful demon king would inevitably have his own vulnerability. No matter who he was at this moment, he needed people to accompany and comfort him.

Ainia looked at the boy with a pale smile: "I tried my best to learn knowledge, magic, and learn everything that can make people stronger. I was afraid that what happened to my mother would happen to me again... One day, I found that I was very, very strong. The magic power of everyone in the palace was not as strong as mine, so I left my room, and then... my father came back, and he was very happy to see me, and then asked me to fight him."

"I hate fighting!" Anya suddenly shouted, and then returned to her original voice. "I hate fighting. I don't learn magic to fight... But how can I resist him? I was forced to fight him and then lost to him."

"He was angry, and he seemed to be completely unacceptable to this result. Why? Didn't he win? Shouldn't he be happy? Or should he be the winner be humiliated by the losers at will? Since then, he has started to pay more attention to me. He has set up strict training programs for me and asked me to do those requirements on time, just like when I was a kid I just started learning... Finally one day, he asked me to fight him again, and I won."

Ania didn't care about the battle and learning process. For her, it was more like a painful memory, so when she talked about it, she would finish it as briefly and quickly as possible.

Is this the reason why Anya likes games so much? This inappropriate idea suddenly popped up in the boy's mind.

"I became the devil, but at that time I didn't even understand what the devil was. He asked me what I wanted, but I couldn't even understand what his words meant. I just wanted to leave, leave this place that scared me... I panic and looked for reasons, and then I remembered my mother. Isn't his favorite mother the most? Then if I used what my mother said as an excuse, he would definitely not refuse? So, for my mother's ideal and to use magic technology to change the world, I came to this devil palace and studied magic technology." Ania pulled the quilt up slightly, and finally looked at the boy with only eyes exposed, "Will you be angry, Dad? I lied, I didn't mean to do that ideal at the beginning... But I really changed my mind later, and wanted to use magic technology to change the world and bring eternal peace to the world, so that I would leave with you..."

"No need to say, Ainia." The boy stroked Ania's head and saw the boy's hand reaching over. She closed her eyes as if she was a little scared. "There is no great dream, and you can't learn magic techniques. There are so many people in this world who don't have to force yourself, and not to mention that you don't need to bear the burden of changing the world alone. A lovely child like you just need to spend every day happily. You don't need to work hard for anyone, do what you want to do, and live for yourself, that's enough."

Ania looked at the boy blankly, and after a while, she slowly laughed: "Yes."

"Don't think too much, go to bed early." The young man patted Ania's head lightly, smiled and was about to get up, but found that Ania had not let go, "Hmm?"

"Don't leave." Ainia's eyes were full of desire.

The boy hesitated for a moment and immediately softened his heart: "This is my room, why am I going to go? Don't worry, I will always be with you."
Chapter completed!