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

Winston's methods led the little guy to mistakenly believe he was a bad guy.

This time, without his father's protection, he naturally came into contact with a lot of the dark side of life.

The little guy had been tricked, abducted, kidnapped, and almost tricked by staff members, taken to a bar, and surrounded by a group of strange people who touched him.

He brandished his ice skates, slashing everyone before being detained by the police and finally rescued.

Cooper even rushed over in the middle of the night to bail him out.

After that, the little guy was no longer the innocent, well-protected child he once was.

He will not trust everyone unconditionally.

So when Winston's bodyguards made their move, the little guy struggled desperately, punching one bodyguard in the nose and biting another bodyguard's wrist tightly.

Because he had no strength in his hands and feet, he could only tear at things with his teeth like a primitive little animal.

Even if it looks disheveled, it's the only way for the crow to protect itself.

"Relax."

It wasn't until Winston grabbed his chin that the little guy came to his senses and realized that the bodyguard holding him down hadn't actually hurt him.

Even though his hands were covered in blood from being bitten, he didn't touch him.

So, the black tusk loosened its grip.

He stared blankly as the bodyguard sat down to bandage the wound, while Winston, right next to him, said to the black rabbit:

"Ignore them. I want to discuss a deal with you."

"I'll sponsor your schooling and ice skating, but you have to come and live on my estate."

"I won't do anything to hurt you, but there are some things I need to verify."

"This is a job, not charity. I'll keep you if you're useful to me."

Seeing this, Wu Tu relaxed a little, and the hand that was originally tightly clenched loosened.

He called Cooper to let him know he was safe.

Then the little guy followed Winston to the magnificent manor.

Wu Tu originally thought that by going abroad, she had already seen a lot, including top-tier wealthy families.

But only now does he realize how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

This is a place that the poor can't even imagine.

So for Winston, the money he received was no different from feeding stray dogs a little dog food; it was completely effortless.

Although the little guy didn't understand what Winston wanted him to do, even if it meant selling his organs, Wu Tu didn't care.

Because he felt that the little money Winston paid was enough to buy several of his lives.

He certainly wanted to satisfy his benefactors.

……

They entered the manor, and the little guy stood at the door, watching the butler bow to him. He almost got angry, looking completely uncomfortable.

When the little guy saw the garden inside, which was as big as the square, he kept panting.

He was placed in a clean and enormous room, completely bewildered, and still didn't know what to do.

He could only curl up on the carpet, in the spot least likely to get the room dirty, and sleep there for the night.

The housekeeper who came to wake him up in the morning witnessed this scene.

He looked at the young boy who had already suffered so much at such a young age, and his face showed pity.

Although he didn't know why Mr. Winston had brought the child back.

But anyone with flesh and blood, and with children at home, couldn't bear to watch this scene.

The butler told Winston about the black tusk.

Winston remained silent.

He didn't even know what he wanted to do, yet he brought the black rabbit home.

But whenever he closed his eyes, he would still see Wu Tu staring at him with unfocused eyes.

Every time Winston saw that hallucination, he felt more and more...heartbroken.

What part of him does the black tusk represent?

Winston himself couldn't understand it.

So he chose to observe instead of immediately trying to control the little guy.

When Wu Tu woke up, the first thing he did after getting up was, as expected, to wash up and then quietly start working.

However, none of the servants in the manor dared to let him do it. After the little guy was driven away under some pretext, he could only sit blankly in the corridor with his knees drawn up to his chest, still looking like he was waiting to be picked up.

At this moment, the butler appeared and gently led him to breakfast.

The little guy is the type who responds better to gentle persuasion than force.

When he saw such a gentle butler, the soft quills that had been standing up all over him drooped down, and he obediently clung to the rim of the bowl, swallowing the porridge spoonful by spoonful, finally resembling an ordinary child.

When Winston appeared at the table, the little guy immediately stood up.

He was afraid Winston would mind having dinner at the same table as him.

And the little guy had something to say.

He looked at Winston and said:

"Bodyguard, I'm sorry..."

The little guy wanted to apologize to the two bodyguards he had injured.

Winston didn't say anything, but tapped his plate like he was training a puppy, telling him to sit down.

So the little guy had to sit down again, put his hands on his lap, and wait for Winston to finish eating.

He instinctively wanted to go up and clear the dishes for Winston, and serve him tea and water.

Winston frowned, realizing that these were definitely not the rules a restaurant taught its waiters.

Someone must have abused him.

Winston couldn't help but ask:

Were you treated unfairly when you were a child...?

The black tusk raised its head and happened to meet Winston's gaze, who was looking down.

This close-up observation gave Winston a real sense of unease.

Considering Wutu's age and his mixed-race appearance, he made up his mind to have his assistant take their hair for testing.

And the black eagle lowered its head again and answered Winston's question.

He said to Winston in a gesture of refusal:

"None of these things ever happened. You're overthinking it."

Having experienced so many trials, she is no longer the child who was originally saved by her father.

The current Wutu has never received psychological treatment and never wants to talk to anyone about her past.

But he knew he was sick, and that this illness was now taking a toll on his health.

But the black crow can turn a blind eye to the pain hidden in its memory.

Because he has no money, he can't afford treatment.

He can just bear this little hardship; he shouldn't be so dramatic.

That is, until Winston received the test results.

Only then can Winston take the first step in empathizing with the crow.

He looked at the report in his hand, and then thought about the various kinds of black tusks he had seen before.

Burning, wailing, rebellious, struggling.

Those scenes, once so vivid, became knives aimed at Winston.

Winston now understood the feeling of soreness and tightness in his heart after seeing the black rabbit.

That feeling is called heartache.

Winston felt an overwhelming pang of heartache the moment he saw the black rabbit.

This child…this child’s gloomy life of more than ten years, his miserable yet unyielding appearance, is like a slap in the face to Winston.

He didn't know how to treat the child.

After opening Wu Tu's file, he sat there for two whole days.

Perhaps a few years ago, Winston would have been pleasantly surprised to find a normal child, a child with whom he could redeem each other's lives.

But now, looking at all of Wu Tu's experiences, seeing those scars that were repeatedly cut open and then healed again, and recalling Wu Tu's eyes, a sense of despair arose within him.

He knew everything about the black rabbit.

But he couldn't share that pain with the crow.

Endless regret and guilt plagued Winston's life, forcing him to live a life entangled with the black cat.