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

This is the scene the therapist saw when she opened the door.

The black-haired, black-eyed Eastern boy grabbed Mr. Winston's hand and pulled hard, but he was too weak, and Mr. Winston remained unmoved.

And the little guy didn't know that from Mr. Winston's 1.9-meter-tall perspective, he looked like a short, chubby little guy, constantly stomping his feet and kicking his legs, as if trying to seduce someone to death.

She is indeed a lovely child.

And she has a beautiful face.

They looked like the elves from the mysterious East that they spoke of.

But while the child is good-looking, his behavior doesn't seem like that of a patient.

Unbeknownst to Wu Tu, a top consultant who had been pre-booked and was about to come out to meet clients was observing him from behind.

Just as Wu Tu dared to act a little coquettishly in front of her father, revealing her lively nature, she was startled when she sensed the appearance of a stranger. Like a kitten with its fur standing on end, she immediately hid behind Winston, quieting down and watching the newcomer warily.

His body was still recovering, and the struggle he had just endured was quite strenuous for him. When the little guy stopped, he couldn't help but cough, and a fishy, ​​sweet smell came from his mouth.

Winston was helpless.

This little guy is tiny, but he has quite a temper when he jumps around.

His body is so fragile, he can't afford to get too emotional.

So Winston immediately picked up the little guy, nodded to the counselor watching, sat down to the side, comforted him, and fed him some warm water.

"Cough cough cough... Huff..."

"sorry……"

Wu Tu felt that she had embarrassed her father.

He seems to have become arrogant and conceited because his father likes him.

If they were outside normally, Grandma would have slapped him long ago, making the little black rabbit not dare to utter a sound.

Looking at the little guy's cautious manner, Winston couldn't help but say, "You always seem to forget that you're just a child."

"It's okay, no matter what, Daddy won't be angry with you."

Winston took the black rabbit's hand and personally led him to the counseling room.

"Don't worry, I'll be waiting for you outside the door. Everything will be fine, right?"

The little guy took a deep breath and could only comfort himself with the phrase "I've come all this way."

After Winston left the room, when he was alone with the gentle-looking red-haired man in front of him, he felt a long-lost sense of unease.

It was only then that Wu Tu realized that he had long since become accustomed to living in the new environment that Winston had created for him.

The fear and anxiety I felt when I first arrived abroad seem like a very long time ago.

Only now has Wu Tu come to remember.

The consultant had been observing the black rabbit.

However, from the first meeting until now, the psychologist has felt that Wu Tu does not have any serious mental illness.

After all, he had the face of someone who had lived a life of luxury, wore soft fabrics that ordinary people couldn't afford, and his father was Winston. Behind him was an old money family with a century of history, as well as the entire royal family.

The anxieties and worries of the wealthy are usually harmless, but they do value their lives and care a great deal about their health in every aspect.

So maybe this little guy just needs a playful chat.

The therapist felt a slight sense of relief, but his expression remained gentle, like that of a caring older brother.

"Okay, my sweetheart, what's bothering you? Is Daddy giving you less candy? Or is there a problem with your crush?"

He asked about common anxieties that children of this age face.

Because people are small, their worries are also small.

Upon hearing the counselor's words, Wutu paused for a moment.

He gave himself a pep talk before slowly recounting all his past experiences.

However, the therapist's expression changed after hearing just the beginning.

This well-off Western white counselor, with loving parents, experienced for the first time the horrors of East Asian families.

"Wait, is that woman you mentioned who constantly criticizes you, compares you to your brother, tries to control and belittle you using psychological manipulation, and seems to have psychological issues herself, your mother?"

"...Okay, this is blatant domestic violence, abuse! And they're not fit to be parents! This is completely depriving the child of their dignity and human rights!!"

"Are you really okay? Okay? How did you manage to stay in this environment?"

Looking at the startled psychologist in front of her, Wu Tu secretly clutched her phone, startled, and prepared to call her father in.

Because he felt the consultant seemed unprofessional.

What adults take for granted seems like the end of the world to this psychologist.

Isn't this normal?

And he's only just begun.

The little guy seems to have entered a state of detachment from his own emotions, or perhaps he has become numb to what he has experienced over the years.

He didn't feel uncomfortable or unbearable; he remained calm even when he exposed his wounds to others.

The initially startled therapist listened until she finished speaking and looked at him with a mixture of pity and relief.

"I really can't imagine you surviving in that kind of environment. Family trauma is the most damaging to children. And the invisible emotional drain they inflicted on you is terrifying; it reminds me of some horror stories..."

"But you persevered and saved yourself countless times. You even traveled abroad alone to seek medical treatment when you knew you were sick. That's amazing. You also chose to turn back when you were about to jump into the lake."

"You are a stronger child than anyone else, and you have done a great job."

"I'm not sure if someone else would have done better than you if they had faced the same situation."

"Your life is good; your existence is the thing we are most proud of."

The black rabbit was stunned.

He never imagined that one day, when he mustered the courage to tell someone about his wounds, someone would actually solemnly say to him:

Your suffering is valid.

He never imagined that he wasn't worthless, that he actually had a reason to exist. Every struggle and choice he made wasn't just pointless; it was an effort to protect that little part of himself.

"You've done very well..."

Wu Tu murmured to himself, and only when the other person handed him a tissue did he realize that he was already in tears.

"Do you want to cry?" the therapist said. "You can cry out loud, that's your right."

So Winston, who was anxiously waiting outside the door, heard the little guy crying loudly from inside the room.