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

The black tusk has fallen several times already.

The pain all over his body made him involuntarily bend over slightly. Every part of his body was screaming, he could no longer hold on.

He clenched his fist and lightly punched his chest, trying to hold on a little longer.

It's almost over...!

At the point of his final jump, he gambled on his last chance.

The choreography of Wutu is a do-or-die effort, expressing how a young person encounters darkness and pain during their growth, but will eventually break free from their constraints and transform into a butterfly.

So, in order to echo his performance and push the audience's emotions to a climax, he must succeed in this jump.

The little guy shifted his weight, squatted down on his right foot, used his left foot for leverage, and jumped off the ice skate!

The way the black crickets danced on the ice was so beautiful...

Her jet-black hair, as black as silk, danced in the air, and her performance costume refracted light as she spun, like a sparkling rough diamond.

At that moment, the beauty seemed to slow down in everyone's eyes.

Until the black crow landed on the ice, spun around, and stretched out its body.

He looked up at the lights above him that rotated with his movements.

In the center of such a grand stage, Wu Tu closed her eyes...

He fell onto the ice and lost consciousness.

Before darkness enveloped him, Wutu heard the world's earth-shaking cries, as if trying to hold him back, unwilling to let him leave.

The last thing Wutu saw was his father's anxious face as he approached him.

"I'm sorry, Dad..."

The little guy murmured, feeling completely satisfied with his performance today and having no regrets in this life.

But the only regret is that he lied to his father again.

……

When the little guy woke up again, he found himself in the hospital.

has it ended?

Wu Tu felt somewhat disappointed.

Knowing that his life was fragile and short, he always did his best and risked his life whenever he encountered something he wanted to do.

But he also knew that the more he did this, the faster he would shatter.

But before he could dwell on it for long, a familiar figure entered his field of vision.

It's Winston.

And there's Kaylan, Richard... everyone's there.

The doctor who regularly treated Wu Tu stared coldly at Wu Tu with an expressionless face, pronouncing his various "evil deeds":

"Multiple soft tissue contusions, mild concussion, and a fractured hand. Wow, I didn't realize you were so capable of taking on so much trouble."

The doctor's tone was as if he were discovering for the first time that Wu Tu was nothing more than a Big Bad Demon King in the guise of a kitten.

They'll fall and fight all the time, injuring themselves in the process.

Black Rabbit: ...

He lowered his head, listening to the reprimand with his non-existent tail drooping.

Feeling guilty, he was indeed ashamed to face those who cared about him.

It wasn't until the black rabbit had listened for quite a while, and after the doctor and family had jointly lectured her, that Winston finally interrupted them:

"However, your match video has gone viral once again."

"Although the performance was subpar and mistakes were made, no one can deny that this was a wonderful stage."

"They can all sense what you're thinking."

"Honey, you're a natural dancer, no one can deny that."

"And because of you, more and more people around the world will know about figure skating. Perhaps in the future, there will be athletes who embark on their figure skating journey because of you."

Wu Tu was taken aback.

Indeed, Winston was the one who understood the crow best.

Only Winston can understand the true thoughts in the heart of the clown.

But before the little guy could be moved for long, Winston reverted to his usual stern demeanor:

"But you really worried your dad this time."

"This is the only time, and the last. Since you've made up your mind, then why don't you..."

Before Winston could finish speaking, Kaylan became anxious and tried to stop him.

But Winston still said what followed:

"Can we please stop skating?"

"I don't want to see the news one day that my child has dedicated himself to the ice rink."

"Honey, you're really pushing yourself too hard. Your body isn't like other kids'... Don't worry Daddy, okay?"

The black rabbit fell silent.

He didn't know how to answer.

But Winston's words weren't exactly harsh; they were almost pleading.

Wutu himself was well aware of this.

If his right leg cannot recover in a short time, it would be tantamount to ending his entire career.

Starting over from the left leg takes too long and could very well result in you working hard but still not being able to catch up with others.

Just as they were at an impasse, Yu Jue rushed in.

He flew over overnight after seeing the little guy's match.

His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, but when he saw the little one, they lit up with an amazing light:

"He jumped out of the game with his left foot! He's a genius! Don't let him give up!"

"Mr. Winston, leave him to me, and I'm confident I can get the little guy back to winning the championship on the ice! With slow and steady practice, he'll definitely overcome his current slump!"

From the perspective of metaphor, this idea is not wrong.

He couldn't bear to see such a promising talent sink into the lake like this.

Wu Tu clearly wants to continue skating, so why not let him?

Yu Jue also knew the pain of injuries and the sacrifices of athletes, but he understood even more that if someone like Wu Tu were told to give up directly, he might still remember the resentment of today in his midnight dreams.

Looking at the two people in front of him trying to persuade him, Wu Tu was caught in a dilemma for the first time.

Winston sighed, "Baby..."

The pufferfish sensed Winston's worry, and its own fatigue began to creep in.

He covered his face, almost completely defeated.

Wu Tu could only smile helplessly and said to Yu Jue, "Uncle Yu, let me think about it and then give you an answer, okay?"

Actually, when the little guy gave that answer, he already had the answer in his heart.

He didn't want to make his father sad anymore.

How long will it take for his body, covered in wounds and on the verge of collapse, to recover?

When he enters the faster and stronger world, will he really die there?

If Ulva didn't have Winston.

This may be his fate when he grows up.

If the little guy hadn't met Winston, even if he had gone abroad to try drugs and survived his terminal illness, his fate would still have been destruction.

Because he had no connection to this world, and apart from Winston, no one in this world could keep him here.

As the little guy grew up, he lived far away from his aunt and uncle, all alone. The only thing he could touch was his dream: figure skating.

Then he would surely have become a brilliant but short-lived genius, the white moonlight of everyone, appearing with great fanfare, stunning everyone, and then disappearing like a shooting star.

Because in this world, there is only one person who can successfully prolong the life of the black clown: Winston.

The resolute, depressed, and loveless skating enthusiast will surely burn brightly in figure skating, expressing her life and restless emotions.

All the changes were due to Wutu's family.

Therefore, for the little guy nowadays, nothing is more important than his family.

For his family's sake, he also wanted to live longer, to stay in this world until his father passed away...