A pleasant breeze brushed against his skin.

As it passed, Valentin's hair swayed gently, and the green grass tickled his bare ankles. He stood still, watching the slender blades of grass ripple under the breeze, lost in the simple beauty of nature’s strength—so fragile yet so enduring.

The sweet scent of May roses filled the air, evoking memories of the rose garden in his mother’s estate. The fragrance, carrying the fresh scent of nature, lingered at the tip of his nose.

"Daddy!"

A small, high-pitched voice broke the quiet. Valentin, who had been staring down at the grass at his …