The boy’s green eyes with inclusions of yellow were widely opened in fear and a bit trembling. He was tiny, looking about two years old, whose untidy jet-black hair may remind a bird nest. Swiftly ran into the wealthy room and was just about jumping on the big bed, getting up the two figures on it, whose expressions on their faces clearly show to someone even a bit sensitive that they are horribly unhappy with this turn of the night.