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

"alright."

While the little guy was distracted, Winston had already changed his clothes.

His attitude was exactly like that of a helpless toddler, as if he wanted to take care of everything for the little guy.

After all, this was Winston's first time truly learning to be a father. Faced with such a special, fragile creature as delicate as a glass doll, he naturally gave the creature everything he could.

However, even with such meticulous, almost obsessive care, Wutu still felt somewhat unaccustomed and uncomfortable.

After all, no family member had ever held him on their lap like this before, gently wiping his skin, combing his hair, and feeding him electrolyte water.

In his memory, he had always done everything by himself since he could remember. No one ever said anything to show concern for him, let alone took such intimate care of him and hugged him.

It turns out it's not that there isn't any love, it's just that the little guy simply can't imagine how those loving children are pampered.

Even if they are not sick, they can still enjoy the indulgence and care of their family.

The things that Wu Tu had envied so much before, he found himself unable to get used to when he finally obtained them, and instead felt anxious and uneasy.

But the little guy has always been soft-hearted, and refusing such kindness is not an option, so he could only stiffly stay on his father's body, smelling Winston's unique cedar scent.

Once Winston had finished taking care of everything inside, the doctor and Richard re-entered the room.

They did this very well, showing great respect for Wutu's dignity and not treating him as a child dependent on adults, but as an independent person.

Unlike Wutu's original relatives, they wouldn't go to the dinner table and make a big deal out of everything about the child—whether it was failing an exam or getting sick—as a joke or a topic of conversation.

Not only Winston, but everyone Ulva has encountered so far has been very good at catching up with all of Ulva's emotions.

So the little guy could only accept everyone's kindness with almost fear.

Aside from the pain, these days have been so wonderful that he felt like he was dreaming.

Maybe I'm already dead, and these are all hallucinations after my death.

He couldn't help but think this to himself with a touch of self-mockery.

The scars on your body are a reminder that you are still an ugly and wretched person.

How can someone like you have the audacity to stay by Winston's side?

The little guy's pupils contracted, as if the auditory hallucinations accusing him were coming back again.

He gripped the hem of his clothes so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

But no one present noticed anything unusual about him.

Wu Tu has endured his pain for over a decade, and everyone has become accustomed to ignoring it.

So even the little guy can ignore his own pain.

He didn't even dare to show his pain when he was testing the drug.

To outsiders, the little guy always seemed so well-behaved and quiet.

Winston held him as if he were a large, exquisite doll.

Because the little one is still very young, her body has not yet started to develop due to malnutrition. Her hair, which hasn't been cut in a long time, has now become a bob that's almost shoulder-length. Her eyebrows and eyes have the gentleness of the East and the depth of the West, making her exactly what people call a fairy-like face.

Moreover, Winston has been providing better nutrition during this time, and the little guy's hair has become a bit darker, and his complexion has become rosier.

More lively and adorable.

She's still too thin.

They all wanted to find a way to cure the black tusk as soon as possible so that they could see the little guy truly healthy and happy.

Upon seeing the black tuatara, Richard's voice softened even more, transforming into the kind of limp voice one can't help but utter upon seeing a small, furry creature.

I'm sorry.

The little guy forced himself to smile again.

Richard thought he would still angrily question him a couple of times, or throw a tantrum and need to be coaxed by an adult, but the black rabbit's reaction was completely unexpected.

The little guy asked:

"Have you seen a doctor about your foot? Is it okay?"

"From now on, you should keep warm like this and massage yourself properly. Why doesn't anyone care about you?"

Richard's eyes welled up with tears, and he almost choked up, unable to speak.

"I don't know if my leg will ever get better..."

Wu Tu smiled:

"It definitely will! Otherwise, it would be such a pity if someone as unique as you disappeared from the world."

"I don't need good luck, I'll give you all my good luck, things will definitely get better."

Actually, when Richard saw the doctor before, the doctor said that Richard's leg still had sensation, the reflex nerves had not disappeared, and there was a great chance of recovery.

However, because of that psychological shadow, he lost the courage to move forward.

But now, before him stands a black ox who knows not his identity, nor their relationship, but simply wishes him health and freedom because he is who he is.

The little guy knew nothing of inheritance or fame and fortune; he only said that without Richard, the world would be missing a unique soul.

Stripped of all his titles, he is no ordinary, down-on-his-luck guy; because of his brother's love, he still shines brightly.

For Richard, this moment may become an unforgettable one in his life.

Whenever he thinks about it, it becomes the meaning of his life and his guiding principle.

This is his younger brother, an important member of his family.

"sorry……"

Richard had a pair of clear green eyes like emeralds, and with his blond hair and blue eyes, he unsurprisingly had a handsome face.

Moreover, compared to Winston's mature and commanding presence, Richard is younger and possesses a silent sexiness; when he looks directly into someone's eyes, one can feel an indescribable flutter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what you went through and I said those things to you. I'm your older brother, and I still hurt you like this."

"I swear, I will protect you from now on. I am willing to become your knight, offering you my heart and loyalty. Is that alright?"

Black Rabbit: ...

He turned his head, his face flushed, thinking to himself: Why do foreigners always talk so cheesy?!

Can't we just talk properly?

Moreover, his elder brother kept gazing at him earnestly with those affectionate eyes.

Wu Tu's eyes didn't know where to go, so he picked up the translator's bracelet and changed the subject:

"Can't understand……"

She kept talking, I didn't want to listen.

Richard didn't expose Wu Tu's clumsy excuse. He thought for a while, racking his brains for a long time, and finally recalled a few words he remembered from his cooperation with the Chinese company.

The handsome foreign man said in a thick accent:

"Thank you, congratulations on your fortune!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Tu finally smiled; it was the first smile he had shown since arriving abroad.

Although it contained a hint of helplessness, Richard couldn't help but sigh:

Ah, his brother is truly an angel.

She looks even cuter and more beautiful when she smiles.

I really want to see more of his expressions.