The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

To the naked eye, the black tusk looked like a fair-skinned, fragile, but pitiful doll covered in wounds.

That outward happiness and sweetness was all a facade put on by Wu Tu, and beneath his nonchalant concealment lay shocking wounds inflicted over the years.

Because it happened to such a small, delicate child, the contrast was all the more tragic.

The little angel who seemed all smiles last night was just putting on a brave face with his last breath.

He looks like he could shatter at any moment.

Richard also said such hurtful things to him.

'You don't even understand what it feels like to think about dying every day, so stop pretending!'

Unless you're crippled too! Unless you want to jump off the windowsill too!

Richard's words were like boomerangs, each one piercing his heart again and again.

But this little bit of pain must be different from what the crow feels.

Every word Richard uttered seemed to rub salt into the wounds of the little guy; each word was bloody and raw, as if tearing flesh from a tree.

But the little guy wasn't angry or upset at all; he just had that lonely expression on his face.

It was precisely because he understood all of Richard's feelings, all his malice and dissatisfaction.

Although none of this had anything to do with him.

But the little guy was still willing to listen to his pain and felt sorry for what he had gone through.

The little guy even felt that he wasn't good enough and hadn't made Richard happy.

Richard looked down at the blanket in his hands, the warmth still lingering in his heart.

He couldn't bear the mistakes he had made, and he almost couldn't face Wutu...

Thinking of this, Richard slapped himself hard across the face.

The assistant next to him was startled and quickly said:

"Your Highness! What are you doing?!"

Richard, however, did not think there was anything wrong with what he did.

Richard, who was taught royal etiquette from childhood and held himself to high standards, also retained the traditional gentlemanly spirit.

He felt that the punishment was far too lenient.

He didn't know if the little guy would forgive him after he woke up.

However, Richard should make amends to the little guy.

Winston glanced at Richard; he already knew what had happened last night.

He was indeed somewhat dissatisfied with his eldest son, but he would not question Wutu's choice.

He must respect the little one and take the crow's wishes as his primary concern.

This was the first love and respect his father gave him.

But now Winston needs to make things clear to Richard.

"Richard...this is your younger brother, the youngest son of the Winston family."

"You are family, bound by blood, and no one's bond is deeper than yours."

Winston thought to himself: Since Ulva has always longed for a family, only to be hurt and abandoned by them, then he would give Ulva a home that would never hurt him again.

Regardless of his purpose, Richard could no longer tolerate having violated the standards of a gentleman and almost betrayed even basic moral principles.

He hurt his family.

Thinking of this, Richard didn't hesitate to slap himself a second time.

The two men waited patiently for Wu Tu to finish this round of chemotherapy. The little guy looked very tired, got up, covered his mouth, and looked around for something.

Upon seeing this, Winston immediately stepped forward, picked up the trash can, and handed it to the little guy.

Li glanced at his leg, which he couldn't move, and, unusually, punched his thigh in regret.

A heart-wrenching cough rang out. When Wu Tu bent over, her pajamas were completely exposed, revealing the little guy's pale skin, which had never seen the sun in years, and the protruding spine beneath it.

Ut always felt that he was in a sorry state and in a terrible state, but Winston never felt that way. He could wipe the medicine stains and bloodstains off the little guy without changing his expression, and he would patiently accompany him as a patient. He would not think that Ut's pain was just whining.

Despite having spent so much time and money on Winston, he had never shown the same look of disgust as his parents.

Winston seems genuinely intends to raise this broken child of his own and take care of him until he dies.

Sometimes Wu Tu feels panicked. He wonders if he deserves this kind of love.

With Winston's wealth, he could have adopted many more children who were more obedient, sensible, and adorable than him.

But Winston picked up his tattered clothes and treated them like a treasure.

Wu Tu watched as Winston personally carried him, changed his clothes, and wiped his body, his movements incredibly delicate and gentle, as if afraid of hurting him.

When Winston knelt down to wipe his feet, from the crow's perspective, one could clearly see Winston's drooping eyelashes and high nose bridge.

Those cold blue eyes, when lowered, held an unprecedented tenderness.

And those hands, which had signed contracts worth hundreds of millions and were only capable of handling expensive items, were now gently supporting the soles of his feet.

The butler said that the father and son looked very similar in nose and mouth, and that he himself also had a prominent nose and more defined features than his classmates in China.

When Winston was putting him to sleep, he even let him touch the bridge of his nose.

He said, "Bones and blood are all from me. No one in this world is more closely connected to you than I am."

"Therefore I will give you unconditional love."

"This is not fake, this is real."

"Dad loves you."

"Always."

When Wutu was a child, the only book he read was Harry Potter. It was the only extracurricular book in the village primary school's reading corner, apart from essay templates.

Although the Harry Potter book had been turned to dust, it was still very popular. Wu Tu took a week-long duty to read the book, and was always the last to get home. By the time he walked the mountain road home, it was already seven or eight o'clock, so Wu Tu had a particularly deep impression of it.

I still remember the plot.

I remember the character's answer to the question, "You still love her after all these years," was "always."

Therefore, the little crow knew that compared to the eternity implied by "forever," the meaning contained in "always" was deeper and more profound.

But Wu Tu never expected that one day he would receive such a promise, even surpassing the love his younger brother, whom he had previously envied, received.

Love in East Asian families often contains elements of pragmatism. Parents often talk about waiting for their younger brother to succeed, bring honor to the family, make them proud, and support them in their old age.

Thinking back to the past in that crowded home, to the black cat whose nose Winston had stroked while holding his hand, he felt as if he were still dreaming when he heard his father's deep promise.