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

The black cat, bored out of its mind, hung up the IV drip, listening to music while staring blankly out the window.

In the depths of winter, the trees outside aren't much to look at; everything is a vast expanse of white and bare.

The little guy is from the south and hadn't seen much snow before, but during his time abroad, he's gotten tired of it.

In his emptiness, he couldn't help but think of his mother again, and the cruel words he had heard at the beach...

The past scenes kept replaying in his mind, and he couldn't vent his emotions. He didn't want to hurt others with his emotions, and because of long-term repression, he didn't dare to express himself.

So he hid all these wounds, and even though the sharp thorns that grew out repeatedly pierced and injured his heart, Wu Tu got used to enduring them.

He just couldn't believe that even at a time like this, his mother wouldn't choose him.

But in fact, his mother had already told him this a long time ago.

In countless previous choices, his mother never chose him, but instead chose his younger brother.

He should have realized then that his mother truly didn't love him.

Wu Tu was a precocious child, and he had actually been aware of it all along.

But to accept this fact, one must completely negate one's previous life, wishes, and thoughts.

Even a determined adult would find it hard to accept this reality.

So this is how tough it is for children in East Asian families...

Wu Tu touched her chest, where a fine, persistent pain still lingered.

I don't know if it's a pain in my chest or a pain in my mind.

The black cat even wanted the doctor to come and give it another injection of painkillers.

But that's not good; it's addictive.

The little guy shook his head, trying to convince himself not to think about those messy things. He had a father, didn't he...?

But if I leave, how sad my father will be.

Dad loves him so much, loves him so much...

The little guy couldn't hold back his tears.

He immediately lay down and covered his head with the blanket.

The little black rabbit's little tricks hadn't changed, so when Winston, who was still furious, saw the organ donation agreement the little guy had signed, he softened after coming in and seeing the little bulge on the bed.

"baby."

Winston was calling him.

His father always called him so gently, each sound filled with an overwhelming love.

Just after Winston called for the black rabbit, he saw the little bulge on the bed wriggle twice, and then the blanket slowly revealed the top of a head, followed by the little guy's forehead and a pair of red and swollen eyes.

Upon seeing the little one, Winston's previous anger turned into heartache and tenderness.

This little guy was clearly so scared, yet he still dared to sign an organ donation agreement.

I don't know if it was because he was too fearless, or because he was too eager to keep his family with him...

When the black rabbit saw Winston, its instinctive reaction was to act cute.

He didn't even realize that the boy who used to cower in a corner had actually been raised by his father to be a spoiled brat.

But when the little guy saw his father's serious expression, he froze.

The little guy was wishing that the blanket monster could swallow him again.

Otherwise, he would definitely get scolded by his dad...

But Winston, who had already caught the little guy red-handed, wasn't so easily fooled.

He placed the agreement he had taken from Cooper in front of the little guy.

The little guy was surprised to see the familiar words printed on the paper.

He jumped up and realized that there were many people in his room.

Besides Dad, Richard, Kaylan, and even Cyrus came...

Cooper and Lilith were also standing nearby.

Cooper stood in the far corner, clearly having already received a stern warning from Winston.

He gave the little guy a helpless look.

Black Rabbit: ...

If I had known, he wouldn't have secretly completed his bucket list.

He had never experienced being surrounded and questioned by a group of people before.

Is this... this kind of chaotic battlefield...?

The clueless little guy experienced such pressure for the first time.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these people are all familiar to him, his family members with whom he spends every day. They are all members of the Winston family, and their excellent genes, perfect appearance, and powerful aura are all innate traits of the Winston family.

It felt like a group of tall, handsome, and incredibly powerful alphas had accidentally wandered into the midst of an underage omega cub.

They surrounded him, protected him, and watched over him.

It's like watching over the weakest cub in the group.

Under the watchful eyes of his family, Wu Tu's first reaction was to admit his mistake.

"I was wrong……"

The little guy carefully tugged at Winston's sleeve, tilting his head into his father's arms like a cat rolling onto its back.

Cyrus and Lilith, who were seeing the black rabbit for the first time, exchanged a glance simultaneously.

Lilith's eyes were filled with excitement:

Good heavens! He looks so obedient! And he's even begging Winston to touch him!

He actually let Winston rub his head and pat his back!

Lilith remembers that when she was little, none of her brothers and sisters were easy to deal with; they were always fighting or causing trouble. None of them were as well-behaved as Wu Tu.

Winston was unaware of the series of exchanged glances and inner monologues among the children behind him.

His attention was entirely focused on the little one.

Seeing the little guy snuggle up to him, he naturally ruffled the little guy's hair, like an adult animal, brushing it across the back of the child's neck, lingering on the black rabbit's back, enveloping him.

The little guy was trembling with fear.

He was afraid that his father would scold him like his previous family members had.

Winston sighed.

"Honey, didn't I tell you? You didn't do anything wrong."

"You signed this agreement to save Cyrus, right?"

Wu Tu nodded.

Winston then continued:

"You are a good boy."

The little guy's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

But Winston wasn't finished speaking.

"But have you ever thought about how sad Dad would be if he found out about this?"

"And Richard, Kaylan, and the others..."

"I know you're a considerate child, but do you want to ignore our thoughts?"

"Cyrus is my child, the heir to the Winston family, and the Winston family cannot do without him. But you are also my child, my beloved."

"Can you bear to let me suffer the pain of losing my beloved?"

The little black rabbit had already buried its head in its father's arms.

"baby……"

Winston sighed, wanting to look at the little guy, only to find him secretly wiping his tears with his father's clothes.

Wu Tu never imagined that the love she had received for twelve years, the love that had always been empty in her palm, would one day be poured out with overflowing affection.

He felt so happy, yet so painful.

Why wait until he's about to leave to give him this kind of love?

Why make him reluctant to leave after he has convinced himself to let go of everything and accept the cruel reality of his impending death?