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

Winston watched as the little guy turned into an evil cat head, his fur standing on end in anger, looking all fluffy, and couldn't help but lower his head and kiss his puffed-up cheeks.

So the black tusk was originally prepared to be angry, but Winston's nonsensical explanation made it all the more embarrassing.

The little guy didn't know what to do, so he could only give up the phone, point to himself, then point to Helena, and complain.

Winston indicated he understood, then turned and praised:

"My baby has learned to get angry today, that's amazing."

Even the butler standing nearby couldn't stand it anymore and said to Winston:

"Sir, sometimes you can't just recite the textbook when praising a child..."

Sure enough, the little guy turned his head away, seemingly not wanting to pay attention to Winston for the time being.

That's such a compliment!

The little guy turned and left, his dissatisfaction evident even in the back of his head.

Helena would have been better off teasing him, calling him a crybaby.

Seeing this, Winston didn't rush to comfort him.

He figured he'd wait until the little guy had calmed down before going to find Wu Tu:

"I'm sorry, Dad apologizes."

Winston took the whole set of blind box dolls that the little guy liked and went to apologize to Wu Tu.

The little guy doesn't seem angry anymore. He's always like this; he gets angry at himself, but after a while, he fluffily forgets about it.

He shook his head and typed a message on his phone for his father to see:

"It's okay, Dad."

"I'm already so happy. I shouldn't be angry. I should listen to you."

"Because everyone spoils me so much now, I want to stay sick forever, so that everyone will stay by my side and take care of me..."

"Because I'm afraid that if I recover, you'll all revert to your old, cold selves. Will you all leave me again, one by one, because of work, just like before?"

Winston met the eyes of the black clown.

Winston had no idea how much loneliness and fear the little guy had endured during his coma to utter such innocent yet cruel words.

Winston longed for Ulva to get better soon, to hear the little one's soft voice calling him "Daddy," and to see Ulva smile.

For Winston, who was invulnerable to weapons, the illness of the black tusk was the greatest torment.

Unbeknownst to Ulu, Winston had also been frequently visiting a psychologist ever since he learned that the little guy was in a bad mental state.

Because he didn't want to show his negative emotions to the little one, he wanted to be a perfect father in front of Wutu.

So the little guy had no idea how much his words had impacted Winston.

Winston wanted him to care about her and to love her more.

But when the words reached his lips, Winston felt as if his throat was stuffed with thick cotton, and he couldn't utter a sound.

In the end, all Winston could do was hold the crow tightly, hold him close:

"...Dad will never leave you, he will never leave you."

……

Wu Tu rested at home for a while before returning to the ice rink.

He became timid, and apart from nodding and greeting familiar coaches, he spent most of his time alone, training on the ice and spinning around.

Even when other people ask him to play together, the little guy just politely declines.

The little guy is naturally a bit cold, because he is actually quite introverted and slow to warm up.

His love is all reserved for his family and friends whom he cares about. As for those he doesn't know well, the little guy can only put on a smile and maintain a facade of friendliness.

But now, the little guy doesn't even want to socialize anymore. He just stays by himself and seems completely disconnected from the world.

Even after he and Yu Jue agreed on the venue and time for the performance skating, he still handed over most of the affairs to the national team to handle for him.

On the one hand, it was because Wutu was not energetic, and on the other hand, it was because this performance was originally a performance figure skating show organized by China and Wutu.

China, in the name of Wutu, also invited many famous athletes to come.

His father originally did not support his participation in the performance.

But now even Winston can't stop him. Everyone in the family indulges him and spoils him like a precious treasure.

Wu Tu was actually very grateful to them.

But the little guy also wants to give back to his fans and those who have always supported him.

So before the performance, Wu Tu hesitated for a moment. In order not to be affected, he still packed his medicine for the day and hid it at the bottom of his sports bag.

Because Richard will come over later and search his bag to check if he has taken his medication.

The little guy didn't want to be out of it during the performance, as that would be disrespectful to the fans who bought tickets to see the show.

He also wants to connect with his ice hockey fans in a two-way exchange.

Just this once.

After admonishing himself, Wu Tu took a deep breath.

Although he was still unable to speak, his performance remained impeccable.

When facing his friends, the little guy smiled the whole time, as if nothing was wrong.

Ethan asked him, bewildered, why he wasn't talking. The little guy typed on his phone that he had a sore throat and couldn't speak.

Only then did Ethan and his companions feel relieved.

But when the little guy was facing his fans, looking at the huge stadium full of ice hockey fans who came for him, and seeing them holding up a sea of ​​bunny skating for him, how could he not be shocked?

Moreover, many of them spend money and energy to travel all over the world with Wu Tu, never missing a single match.

As Wu Tu watched them call out enthusiastically for him and throw down many toys, he was so moved that he wanted to cry.

At that moment, perhaps due to a lack of prior communication with the staff, the host actually held the microphone up to Wutu and asked him to say a few words.

Amidst the immense silence and anticipation, the little guy held up the microphone and opened his mouth in vain.

He couldn't utter a single word.

Why respond to them?

They were all people who loved the crow so much.

Some of the fans sitting in the front row were very familiar to Wutu. They were active online, helping Wutu gain popularity, and also supported him at every offline match. They were also holding up a lot of merchandise related to him.

The little guy looked at the sea of ​​stars that had shone for him countless times, and felt his vision go black.

In the end, all he could do was bow deeply for a long time.

Although he didn't speak, his heart was closely connected with the ice hockey fans.

Whether due to nervousness or exhaustion, Wu Tu unexpectedly collapsed in the front row of the audience during the final curtain call.

The fans sitting in the front row were caught off guard and instinctively caught the black rabbit.

At this moment, the girls couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:

"Oh my god, he's so light..."

The weight of the black tusk was nothing like the athletic physique they had imagined.

He seemed too fragile.

As ice hockey fans watched the unconscious, snow-white-skinned Wu Tu, they realized for the first time that the athlete they had admired for so long was surprisingly light.

"He's so tired...did he faint?"