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

Although she said she didn't care about anything anymore, it was only when she arrived in a foreign country that Wu Tu truly experienced the feeling of being in a foreign land where it was difficult to move around.

The people here have different hair and skin color than him. They speak a language that Wu Tu doesn't understand. Standing here, Wu Tu feels like a mushroom living on the edge, its presence diminished.

Terrified, Wutu subconsciously lowered its breathing, staring wide-eyed at everything around it.

Little did he know that in other people's eyes, he was like a hamster that was easily startled and had wandered into normal society.

It warily and desperately bristled the sharp spikes on its body, but to others, those spikes were just soft flesh.

They were so weak and easily bullied that they were practically defenseless.

However, the person responsible for picking him up showed no pity. He looked at the clearly underage child in front of him and asked:

"How old are you? Are you accompanied by family members?"

Wu Tu frantically took out his phone to act as a translator. When the other person asked him if he was ten years old, he kept typing on his phone, sweating profusely with anxiety.

"I'm twelve years old! I can do it all by myself! 0.0!"

The man, dressed in an air of sophistication, glanced at Wu Tu's expressionless phone screen, then looked at Wu Tu again.

Never mind, kid.

He led Wu Tu into the car, and the little guy was so well-behaved the whole way that he didn't seem like a child at all.

When Wu Tu got into the car, she saw the man's expensive-looking luxury car and began to hesitate.

He looked down and touched his cheap cotton coat, which was no longer warm because he had worn it for too long. He then looked at his worn-out sneakers and could only try to minimize the area of ​​his body that touched the car seat so as not to dirty other people's cars, cause them trouble, or make them unhappy.

Wutu had gotten used to reading the adults' expressions like this.

He curled up into a tiny ball, constantly conveying the message that I was very obedient, that I shouldn't look at him, and that he shouldn't hurt me.

There was none of the usual chattering of a normal child in him. He wouldn't clamor for candy from adults, nor would he fidget or rummage around. He always kept his hands flat on his knees, his fingers quietly stroking the rough edges.

He didn't even dare to turn his head to look out the window.

The sight of the black cat had already made the hospital lawyer and executive officer in front of him frown.

Because their hospital is an expensive private hospital, and they have handled many special cases, they are quite adept at dealing with such cases involving children.

In short, this little guy is definitely not a child raised in a normal family.

Wu Tu was unaware that his appearance in a country that values ​​children's rights was already considered a red line that could warrant a police report. But when he looked up and his eyes met the man's in the rearview mirror, he was startled by the man's serious expression.

"Excuse me, sir, I've made your car dirty. Could you please let me out? I can walk..."

The man adjusted his glasses and answered in perfect British English:

"I don't understand."

But he could understand that Wu Tu was apologizing.

The little guy's body language has entered defensive mode.

Does he also frequently experience domestic violence?

Really bad.

The man's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, but seeing the little one's almost tearful expression, he could only try to relax and speak as gently as possible into Wu Tu's phone:

"It's not that I hate you, don't cry, sweetie."

Wu Tu looked at the man and pursed her lips.

Foreigners can be friendly too.

This gentleman is also a good person.

Although he didn't have long to live, he finally had a stroke of good luck, meeting only kind people. The doctor was willing to help him, and this doctor even comforted him so gently.

Wu Tu was less nervous, but she still maintained that posture until she got out of the car with the man and went into the hospital.

People were in a hurry and had no time to pay attention to the little black rabbit. It was at this moment that the little guy relaxed a bit.

The man led him to a regular examination room and said that if he didn't mind, he could stay there from now on.

Wu Tu nodded repeatedly. It was his first time staying in such a spacious and bright room, so how could he possibly mind?

Actually, the task of guiding people to their destination is already finished at this point.

But as the man watched the little guy go into the room and saw him looking around with curiosity, an inexplicable tenderness welled up in his heart.

He is clearly a non-marriage advocate and doesn't want children.

He pushed up his glasses, unable to explain his change, so he turned and left to calm down on his own.

The little guy was left alone in the hospital room.

The hospital wasn't ready to admit him yet, and no one was looking after him, so the little guy planned to stay quietly until someone came.

But after a short while, his chest began to hurt.

That's how lesions are; once they become serious, they deteriorate very quickly. In just ten days or half a month, they can take away most of a person's life.

The sudden pain overwhelmed Wu Tu.

Not only the pain, but also the initial confusion, helplessness, and difficulty in accepting the situation upon arriving here all surged up like a tide.

Wu Tu thought about the songs she had listened to on the plane.

"Leaving home for thousands of miles, I must strive to be the best I can be; my courage surges stronger than my tears..."

He thought he wouldn't be sad.

His hospital room had transparent glass windows, and the little guy didn't know how to pull down the blackout curtains, nor did he dare to touch the clean bed. So he could only run to the stairwell to cry secretly, afraid that others would find out.

However, while he was busy walking with his head down, he accidentally bumped into someone's back.

Oh no, it's all because my vision is blurred by tears!

"Hey! What did you do!"

The scolding voice immediately reached Wu Tu's ears. He instinctively closed his eyes, but the beating and scolding he had imagined did not come.

The bodyguard who was yelling was blocked by the man standing in front of the black rabbit.

The man was incredibly handsome, just like the man in charge who had just received the black rabbit, but his demeanor was completely different from that of the man in charge.

The manager had a cold and aloof elite air about him, while this man, with his black shirt collar open, blond hair, and ice-blue eyes, was a color that was purer than anything a white person could imagine. Not to mention the mature and sophisticated aura he exuded in every gesture, like a rich cigar from an extremely cold place.

Although dressed simply, she exuded a dignified and composed aura that is simply not found in ordinary people.

The coffee in his hand was spilled on his collar by Wu Tu, but the man gentlemanly took out a handkerchief from his chest and, instead of covering up his embarrassment, gently wiped Wu Tu's face.

Those icy blue eyes were now fixed intently on Wu Tu's features, as if recalling something from a long time ago...