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

But Aiden had no crow that belonged to him.

Aiden had previously been letting Ulquiorra make a choice, but now that Ulquiorra actually has a choice, Aiden is unhappy.

He always had a gloomy face; he was the most unreliable person around.

But Winston didn't laugh at him.

Aiden couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Loading goods."

……

None of them went back to their rooms to sleep in order to take care of Wutu.

Even in this ordinary room, lying on the sofa sleeping in a cramped state, Winston still looked completely different from an ordinary person.

The aristocratic upbringing was ingrained in his very bones, something Aiden, who was still struggling to survive, could never learn.

Aiden complained, but at the same time, he wanted to see the black rabbit in Winston's arms.

So he turned his head and peeked out from under his arms, and saw that Uluru was nestled in Winston's arms, sleeping with its breathing rising and falling, looking as cute as a little animal.

It was only then that Aiden understood just how much Winston doted on him, as Ultus had said.

Because this completely dependent demeanor of the Blackie was cultivated little by little by Winston; it is only in front of Winston that the Blackie reveals its true nature.

Twenty-year-old Winston, who was standing next to him, had also woken up.

He silently walked to Wutu's side, his gaze falling calmly on Wutu and the forty-year-old Winston, lost in thought.

Is it envy or jealousy?

Perhaps he was wondering why he had to wait so long before he could finally find his own salvation.

It seems he has accepted the fact that Wutu cares more about her father.

After all, those were Wutu's true, familiar family members.

Perhaps twenty-year-old Winston was also looking forward to the day when he would truly meet the black rabbit at the same time and place, take the child home, and change his destiny.

Even if he still has to wait a long time.

But after standing there for a while, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Wutu.

So when Wu Tu woke up, he saw three identical faces sitting at the dining table, all staring at him.

Black Rabbit: ...

Although he didn't find Winston terrifying at all, the feeling of being stared at was still quite strange.

"dad……"

The little guy honestly exclaimed, "I'm really not dreaming..."

"But how did it turn out like this? How are you going to get back?"

Winston said, "No rush, let's eat first."

The little guy knew his dad made the steaming noodles for him as soon as he saw them on the table.

The other two Winstons can't cook noodles or Chinese food.

They actually wanted to make sandwiches for the black rabbit, but their father stopped them.

He mentioned that Wu Tu has a stomach problem and can't eat cold or hard food in the morning. He also said that Wu Tu actually has a Chinese stomach and can't get used to many cold dishes.

These were things that the black crow never told them.

Aiden watched as Wu Tu obediently ate and took her medicine, then suddenly said to Wu Tu:

"I never imagined you had so many secrets hiding from me. You never told me about these habits."

Wu Tu glanced at Aiden:

"Don't you also have secrets you're keeping from me? I don't know everything about you either."

"For example, you used to monitor my movements, trying to figure out if I wanted to go home..."

"Not everyone is 100% honest with others. Even with the closest people, there are things you don't know about each other."

"Aiden, this takes time and a process. I lived with my dad for over a decade, and he knows me best, but he wasn't really a part of my childhood either."

Aiden fell silent.

He didn't know how to start a conversation, so he could only stare blankly at the bowl of noodles in front of him, and then imitate Wu Tu by eating noodles with chopsticks.

Suddenly, the black rabbit seemed to remember something, and looked up, startling Aiden:

"Oh right, it's all because of you last night! That's why I drank! Dad, if you want to punish someone, punish him!"

It's clear that Winston still dominates the relationship between the crow and its father; the little guy doesn't dare to be unruly in front of his dad.

The cunning crow, who always had the final say in front of Aiden, turned into a timid little cat when facing his father.

That feeling of dependence, that intimate tone, were things they had never experienced.

Aiden still thought that Ulva was his closest relative, his family.

But when the real Winston appeared before them, Aiden realized what the little guy really looked like.

In front of her father, Wu Tu was just an ordinary child with a soft temper who loved to act spoiled.

Instead of some underground gladiatorial arena leader who commands assassins, makes himself independent, and has blood on his hands.

Aiden knew beforehand that Ultus didn't actually like killing.

But he didn't expect that from beginning to end, it was Wu Tu who made sacrifices for him and devoted herself to him wholeheartedly.

It was because the crow loved Aiden Winston.

Thinking of this, Aiden couldn't help but feel a subtle, tingling sense of envy, just like that twenty-year-old Winston.

I envy that future version of myself.

However, the person being envied never paid attention to their emotions, nor did they show any intention of boasting.

His attention was still entirely on the black rabbit.

The little one vomited several times last night and looked different from usual; he seemed sickly and had a slight fever.

He had no interest in the past or future, because it wouldn't change anything or shake his position.

He only cares whether the little guy is tired or has been wronged.

Seeing that the black rabbit was still not better, Winston turned around and prepared to go out to find a doctor for the little guy.

Seeing this, Aiden could only stand up and say, "I'll go. You go out; if someone you know sees you, you'll be in trouble."

So Aiden went out.

On the way, he was still thinking that he had no idea that Wutu would have stomach pains, nor that Wutu often suffered from insomnia.

Is it because Wu Tu kept it from him?

No, it's clearly because he doesn't know how to love that Wu Tu suffers so much.

Winston, of course, knew what he used to be like... a cold, terrifying humanoid monster...

So Winston didn't communicate with them at all.

It's not because of indifference.

It's because the only one who truly understands him is himself.

Thinking about this, Aiden understood the purpose of fate.

If he had actually encountered Wu Tu at that time, he probably wouldn't have been able to take good care of such a fragile child.

It might even kill the black worm.

But in the future, Winston, through time and experience, finally became more restrained and learned to feign perfection and gentleness on the surface.

That's why he was able to gradually redeem himself from Wu Tu.

Thinking about this, Aiden now felt only helplessness and a sense of loss.

It turns out he really wasn't meant to be with the crow.

Despite his disappointment, Aiden still remembered to take the doctor back.

When he got home, the little guy was already wrapped in a blanket, with peeled fruit and water in front of him.

He was well taken care of.

And everything was done by Winston, the father of the black clown, who did everything himself.