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

When Winston sat in the audience, he still looked uninterested.

Until Wu Tu came up on the stage from the right side of the passage, alone.

He actually has many ice hockey fans, but because of Wu Tu's aloof and unapproachable demeanor, they never dare to shout loudly.

When it was time for Wutu to take the ice, they all remained silent and observed proper ice rink etiquette, simply unfurling all the banners.

The entire ice rink had turned into a black ocean.

The little guy was dressed in all black, with black gloves, and his hair was tied up on one side and tucked behind his ear, revealing a sharp jawline.

Beyond the absolute beauty, what stirs the soul even more is the newborn, mad tyrant.

Onsett clearly admired the black rabbit, but seeing the little creature like this, he was so agitated that he almost gritted his teeth and spat out a sentence:

"Little Mad Dog"

At some point, Winston, who had been idle at the beginning, began to sit up straight and watch the person on the field intently.

Wu Tu raised his arm high, drawing everyone's attention forcefully to his palm.

No one can help but be impressed by such a powerful appeal that burns everyone around them.

The black ox turned the entire arena into its kingdom.

A frenzied dance, emotions and soul stretched to their limits.

Humans are inherently sensory beings; how could they not be swayed by such fervor?

Even if he fell, even if he crashed hard into the barrier, the blood that spilled along the way was as if he had cut open his soul and offered his body to the demon.

After the dance ended, Wu Tu collapsed on the ice and remained there for a full minute. Yu Jue thought something was wrong with him before the little guy slowly climbed up from the ice.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nose, his stern expression resembling that of a naive, wild animal baring its fangs.

A thunderous applause erupted, but Wu Tu didn't linger at all and turned to leave.

Damn it.

Onsett covered his face, trying to hide the slightly distorted expression of excitement on his face.

"His performance was so infectious, I really want to dance too, I really want to surpass him..."

"He's really different from ordinary people... He's a genius, a genius among geniuses."

However, after Oncetin calmed down, he realized that Winston had left sometime earlier.

He had no idea where Winston had gone.

Winston was actually standing in the corridor leading to the lounge, watching Ulva brush past him before turning and going into the restroom.

Immediately afterwards, a wail came from inside.

That was the wail that followed the most intense pain.

Winston listened as the little guy's heart-wrenching howls turned into whimpers like a small animal.

He followed the sound and slowly approached the little guy.

He saw it; Wutu was supporting her limp knees and protecting her fractured right shoulder, like a broken doll.

He stared at her blankly.

When Winston saw the black clown, he finally frowned.

He looked at the child's face, but before he could say anything, Yu Jue and Cooper burst in with medical personnel.

A group of people quickly filled the cramped space.

Cooper carried the little guy out, put him on a stretcher, and took him away.

He clearly had no interest and didn't even open his eyes to look at Winston.

But Winston felt as if the little guy was constantly blinking his dark eyes and staring at him.

Even after Winston returned, he still remembered the child's miserable state.

Even when he was sleeping or working, it seemed that if he looked up, he could see the child covered in wounds standing in the corner watching him.

Why...

Winston couldn't understand why he couldn't forget the look in the crow's eyes.

He eventually picked up his phone, made an excuse, and went to Onsett's office again.

If Winston wanted to, he could completely control the daily routine and schedule of the Black Rabbit, knowing exactly what time and where he would appear each day.

So Winston went to see Onsett this time to confirm that the little guy was practicing dance in the dance studio during this time.

Ethan was squatting next to the black rabbit.

Ethan seemed to really want to talk to Ulva, but it seemed that Ulva had lost a lot of the ability to communicate with people because it hadn't spoken for so long.

So Ethan didn't force him to communicate. He just sat quietly next to the black rabbit, trying to get closer to it through virtual communication.

And Winston was just like everyone else who passed through the life of the black cat.

At least for now, Wutu thinks it does.

Because Winston simply stood quietly in the doorway, watching the little guy dance.

Just like everyone else who came to see him before.

Perhaps out of pity, I had the idea of ​​helping him and thinking about how to pull him out of the mire.

But it wasn't for the black worm itself, but for a good reputation, for a sense of accomplishment, and for any selfish reason.

It was never for the sake of the crow.

Nobody cares.

Nobody cares about him.

So the black clown had no intention of remembering Winston.

When Onsetin finished his work and went to a nearby restaurant with Winston, they ran into the black rabbit again.

Wu Tu, who had just finished intense dance practice, has now immediately become a waitress and started working.

Wu Tu, now dressed as a waiter, silently served them water.

Unable to bear it any longer, Onsett grabbed Wutu's wrist:

"Didn't I tell you not to go out and do this kind of work anymore? It's just a waste of your time!"

After a long silence, Wu Tu finally answered with difficulty:

"The exchange rate here is very high; I can earn... 100 yuan an hour."

"I've never done this before."

"I want to return the money to Cooper."

Because he rarely interacts with people, he even has some difficulty speaking.

But Onsett knew it wasn't his fault.

Although Utu now has competition prize money and subsidies, figure skating is still more expensive and costly.

Not to mention how much Cooper worried about him.

Even if it means death, Wu Tu is determined to pay off its debts.

Winston saw it again; the child had that look in his eyes.

That indescribable, heartbreaking look in Winston's eyes.

Winston pondered for a moment, then took a check out of his pocket, signed it, and handed it to the black rabbit.

But Wu Tu never accepted it; he simply bowed to them and left.

"This child... has nothing, but is too stubborn."

Onsett sighed.

"But there's one thing that's different about him compared to when he was young."

"That's because he's too kind and too soft-hearted. It's these two traits that are enough to make him get torn apart and devoured on this bustling street."

Onsett sighed.

Upon hearing this, Winston, holding his coffee, did not reply, but also did not leave immediately.

He sat in his seat, just like everyone else who came and went, looking glamorous and well-off, with a wealthy and carefree family background and a high level of education—a life that Wu Tu could never hope to achieve.

Ultus had considered that he and Winston were different people.

When Winston appeared before him, the clown knew.

Therefore, he cannot think that he can become like them, and he never dares to cross the line.

In addition, by this time he was already able to support himself and no longer needed the pity of kind-hearted people.

That's why the little guy refused Winston's check.

But the little guy doesn't know that refusing will cause trouble!

Wu Tu worked in the kitchen until very late before finally collapsing into a chair to rest, her back and legs aching from exhaustion.

Just as he was about to fall asleep sitting up, Winston came to his side:

"Are you done with your work?"

Wu Tu suddenly raised her head, not understanding why she had no sense of vigilance in front of Winston.

When he came to his senses, the little guy didn't make a fuss, but immediately apologized to Winston again.

Because he was afraid of angering someone as powerful as Winston.

He can't afford to gamble.

But Winston seemed to have his eye on him, taking him out and into the car on special occasions.

Ulu looked at Winston, took two steps back, and once again tried to refuse Winston with a tough stance.

"I'm sorry, thank you... I have enough to eat and wear, I don't need help. You can donate your kindness to someone else..."

But Winston doesn't seem to listen to the crow at all.

He nodded to the bodyguard, and the little guy was forcibly taken into the car.