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

The little guy sat blankly in the dimly lit room, seemingly unwilling to do anything, as if everything had become meaningless.

He even reduced his breathing and sense of presence to a very low level, as if he had returned to his childhood when he felt like he was invisible.

Winston looked at the little black mushroom that had turned into a dark little mushroom on the bed, and tried to approach it very, very slowly:

"baby?"

The little guy's dark eyes flickered, and he fixed his gaze on Winston.

He seemed to respond to his father's calls.

But Wutu was really tired, as if all the strength in her body had been drained, and she didn't want to move or talk at all.

After his energy was drained, all that remained were the worries and pain he kept hidden in his heart.

The psychologist said that Wu Tu's reaction was a very serious case of avoidance.

When the little one was neglected by his family and faced immense pressure alone, the loneliness and pain were always hidden deep in Wutu's heart.

He already had this idea in his mind: if something happened in the future, he would still be abandoned by his family; he would be the unimportant person...

There was also an unspeakable fear in him: the fear that he might let down so many people's expectations, the fear that he might not manage the family business well...

The black cat wanted to do better, to chase after the perfect Winston in his memory, so that maybe his father would wake up.

Under the influence of such admiration and longing, when Wu Tu felt wronged and lonely, a little bit of hatred inevitably arose in her heart.

He hated his father for suddenly collapsing, and he resented Winston for abandoning him without a word, for swearing that they would never be apart, yet disappearing without telling him anything.

But when Wutu realized that such emotions were arising in her heart.

He wanted to erase himself.

What he truly hates is the part of himself that generates these thoughts.

He is in so much pain now because of how much he cares about his father.

Under prolonged mental stress, the black ox will instinctively divide painful emotions.

It's like a more severe form of dissociation, allowing oneself to temporarily bury one's head in the sand and escape that pain.

Bury the pain deep in your heart.

These fragmented emotions will not ease on their own; they will only worsen, eventually leading to the fragmentation of thoughts and personality.

It's like an early symptom of dissociative identity disorder.

Winston felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the psychiatrist's report.

But that's not all.

Winston also saw the diary that Uluru had given to the psychiatrist, which he had written himself.

The inner struggles the little guy wrote down during that time are now like gentle, bloodless knives, each one deadly, stabbing fiercely into Winston's heart.

So after Winston brought the black clown home, they almost returned to the same state they had at the beginning.

Winston watched over the black rabbit with extreme tension.

Winston thought to himself that he had to be very gentle and not frighten him, and then slowly, as if approaching a startled bird, he sat down on the edge of the crow's bed.

Wu Tu watched Winston approach. He didn't seem to mind Winston, but he couldn't show the same enthusiasm towards his father as before.

He's too tired and needs to rest.

So Winston didn't wait for the crow to respond to him.

He simply sat down next to the little guy and observed his reaction. He watched as the little guy stared blankly for a long time, like a little sloth, before turning around and snuggling into Winston's arms.

Winston looked at the black rabbit in his arms, and his breathing became lighter:

"baby?"

The little guy didn't answer.

Winston is also known as:

"Baby?"

He remembered that when Wutu's mother was a child, she called him in the same way.

The little guy then reached out and grabbed Winston's shirt.

The psychologist said that the little guy is somewhat closed off emotionally in this state and wants to go back to before he was twelve years old.

Because at that time, Wutu believed that he could withstand the pressure.

That's because at that time, as a little boy, he had no hope for the future! Naturally, he wasn't afraid of these emotions.

But Winston didn't know how to tell the psychiatrist.

They couldn't possibly understand how helpless the little guy was during that time.

So now Winston just wants to pamper the little guy like a cub, trying to win him back.

Winston asked gently, "How are you? Can you talk today? Can you talk to Daddy?"

The black rabbit shook its head, closed its eyes, and remained silent, simply leaning against Winston's chest.

He didn't want to talk, so Winston wouldn't let him.

However, Winston, who was usually quiet, kept talking about the weather outside the window, about the toys that the little one liked, and even asked the little guy if he wanted to go out for Chinese food.

"Dad can come with you. We can eat Chinese food at a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, and we can also get ice cream together. You like pistachio flavor, right?"

Hearing his father's words, the little guy finally raised his head and gave Winston a little response.

He opened his mouth, only to find that he didn't know how to make a sound, as if he had forgotten how to express himself.

So he touched his throat, too exhausted to be surprised, and simply typed something on his phone for his father to see, feeling somewhat weary.

Winston looked at the little guy's appearance and became nervous almost immediately when he saw that the little guy couldn't speak.

However, he didn't dare to put too much pressure on the little guy, so he could only half-reassurance him by saying that he would take Wutu to eat.

Winston did indeed do it. On the way, Winston took Ulva to the drive-in restaurant he had been curious about since the beginning of the day, bought Ulva a hamburger, a milkshake, and a giant ice cream.

Winston used to just say these were junk food and wouldn't allow the crows to eat them.

But now, they're like parents who know their child has a serious illness; Winston will do anything the little guy wants to do.

Winston just wanted to make amends to him.

He didn't want Wu Tu's forgiveness; he just wanted to make amends to the little guy.

The black rabbit remained quiet throughout, so quiet it was as if no one was around.

It wasn't until he was holding a huge tub of ice cream, eating it while shivering, that he seemed like a living person.

Because it was too cold, the little guy asked his dad to hold it up for him so he could slowly eat it.

Because food can also cause the little one's brain to release dopamine temporarily, the little one is in a good mood at this time.

After Winston took him to the hospital, he didn't particularly resist the examination, so the doctor gave him another full-body checkup.

After reviewing the results, the doctor told Winston:

"Aside from ligament and knee injuries from exercise, the little guy has no other symptoms, so we speculate that his aphasia is likely caused by psychological factors."

"When emotions fluctuate greatly or when there is excessive anxiety, such symptoms may occur. How long it takes to recover depends on when the little one gets over it on their own."