The Young Master I Raised

“Aren’t you suspicious of me, Young Master? How can you tell a creature like me, whose identity you don’t even know, that it’s alright?” “…Because I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” In a harsh winter for the young master who still had his baby fat, Hyowon picked up Yoonyi, who was buried in the white snow. To Hyowon, who was supposed to be nothing, Yoonyi—who he wasn’t even sure was human— made him feel the will to live, a sense of longing, for the first time. “Yoonyi, you are so very kind.” Yoonyi’s kindness was as sweet as the confectionary eaten after bitter medicine. “You won’t leave, will you?” “I will never leave your side, Young Master.” “I will grow up quickly so that you wo...