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

Winston cradled the little guy's frail body.

In Winston's mind, a black leopard that had been so terrified that it would be afraid of the outside world and would never step out of its way again, and would stay by Winston's side forever, would be exactly what Winston wanted.

But why does Winston only feel heartache now?

"Baby! You're finally awake!"

Upon hearing this, Richard and the others outside went into the ward, wanting to see the little guy.

They were terribly worried.

But now, when Wutu sees other people come in or hears their footsteps, she becomes so scared that she trembles and buries her head in her father's arms, clearly resisting communication with others.

Even when Kailan, who had the best relationship with Wutu, or Lilith, who was not aggressive, took turns coaxing Wutu, the little guy still refused to come out.

It was the month, the culprit.

The moon destroyed Wutu's trust in everyone.

It turns out that even genuine sincerity can be deadly.

Winston watched as the little guy gripped his knuckles so tightly they turned white, and through the gaps in his hair, a section of his pale nape appeared so fragile it could break easily…

So he could only pick up the black rabbit:

"Sweetie, let's go home first, okay?"

The black rabbit didn't answer; it simply clung to Winston with all its might.

The Black Tortoise doesn't care where he is; the only person he can rely on right now is Winston.

Only Dad...

So whenever Winston, who was holding the black cub, loosened his grip even slightly, or if something came up that required him to look away from the cub, the little guy would show an uneasy expression.

Winston frowned.

He quickly called a psychologist to come to his home.

This doctor was also the one who had been treating the little guy, and in the past, the little guy had not been afraid of him.

The little guy would even proactively pour tea for the doctor, chat with him, treat him like a friend, and confide in him about his current feelings.

But now, Winston is sitting next to the black rabbit, who seems to be doing normally.

However, as soon as Winston left the room, the little guy immediately became restless.

He kept looking out the door, as if he really wanted to get up and go out to find his father and get away from this unsettling environment.

When the doctor asked him questions, he was no longer as frank as before.

The little guy remained silent, sitting motionless on the sofa.

The doctor keenly sensed something was wrong and asked Wu Tu:

"Honey, why don't you want to answer my question?"

Wu Tu paused for a moment before slowly whispering:

"...will hurt me."

"Someone is watching me. If I reveal my secret, someone will come and hurt me sooner or later."

The doctor paused for a moment, then continued to ask:

"Don't you believe me anymore, baby? We're friends too."

The word "friend" made Wu Tu shrink her shoulders sensitively.

No, he doesn't like friends.

He hates his friends!

His friends will hurt him!

Wu Tu covered her head, unable to contain her emotions, and said with great repulsion:

"I don't need friends."

"I only want my dad."

The doctor frowned, looked at the little guy's condition, and wrote something on the form.

Winston stood in front of the monitor and heard the black rabbit's words through it.

Similarly, he also noticed that Wu Tu kept looking anxiously towards the door, as if afraid that his father would really abandon him.

Seeing that the patient's condition was so bad, the doctor couldn't force the patient and said to the black rabbit:

"Sweetie, you can go find your dad now. Our conversation is over."

Wu Tu paused for a moment before trying to raise her hand herself.

He didn't seem to realize that he could now control his body freely. He still needed to carefully support himself to stand up, looking like a patient who was still recovering.

The once-dominant young tyrant on the ice rink has now become this pathetic figure.

"Shit! ***!"

Upon seeing this, Kaylan swore.

Winston didn't say anything; he was busy holding his own child.

Only when Winston is back by his side will the little guy stop being constantly anxious.

He was constantly agonizing over internal conflicts and blaming himself.

It was all because of his own initiative that he ran away from home and willingly walked into that terrible, dark lair.

If he listened to his father and was a good boy...

If he had been more sensible, he wouldn't have been abandoned by Winston, and Winston wouldn't have chosen a new child to replace him...

Does that mean the little one won't experience the bitterness of being hurt after giving their heart?

Everything was manipulated like that, including the bitter consequences of life...

The naive crow will find it difficult to emerge from that shadow in a short time.

Winston slept with the crow, patiently caring for him like a baby.

Winston also found the shirt that Ulva liked and placed it next to Ulva, wrapping him up.

Like a toddler, the black tusk needs Winston's company and care; it cannot survive without Winston.

This is the feeling Winston envisioned.

But when his idea was actually realized, Winston looked at the haggard, completely dulled, and dust-covered black rabbit before him, and felt no joy, only heartache...

He was wrong.

He had already experienced the taste of having his soul crushed.

Rather than simply possessing and controlling, Winston seems to prefer that the black clown shine.

Winston was unaware that he loved the cuckoo more than he realized.

Love extends to the point of unconditional giving to one's child.

To love to the point of asking for nothing in return.

Winston would suppress his instincts for Ulva's sake, wanting Ulva to be happy, rather than satisfying his own desires.

Winston would want him to have a free spirit, to become strong and resolute, and to no longer get hurt when he encounters bad people.

Even if Wutu becomes independent and leaves him in the future, he will be willing.

True parental love is simply the wish for their child's happiness.

As Winston thought about this, he looked at the child in front of him and realized for the first time that his love for the black cat was actually the most valuable thing he could offer.

Unfortunately, he didn't understand before; monsters never learned to love, so he and his child stumbled and got hurt.

But this time, no matter how difficult it is, Winston must learn to control his thoughts and guide the little one out of the shadows and fears little by little.

Of course, the first step is...

Winston bent down and hugged the little one.

For the first time, this usually cold and rational man bent down and kissed the child's cheek.

"Baby, Daddy loves you."

"You are my most beloved child, and no one can take your place. To your father, you are the only one."

"And look, honey, we're at home. Daddy had everything around us checked during the day. There are absolutely no surveillance cameras."

"So you can sleep peacefully now, okay, baby?"