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

"But...but my life has no value, I'm going to die anyway. Being able to help my brother makes me happy..."

The little guy pressed his hand to his chest and poured out his heart.

He was constantly suppressed as a child and genuinely felt that his birth was meaningless. He was always criticized as if he was always causing trouble, doing wrong things, and making everyone unhappy.

If he can help his family after he dies, the little guy will feel that he has finally been a useful person, and he will be happy.

This is why the little guy was willing to sign up for organ donation.

Although so many people die in hospitals every year due to illness or accidents, only a small number of people are willing to donate their organs.

Therefore, even powerful and influential people like Cyrus have to wait in line for organ allocation.

Most people have the idea of ​​keeping their bodies intact to preserve their dignity.

Some people are religious and believe that without a complete body, one cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation or go to heaven.

But none of that matters to the little guy.

He just wanted to protect his family and hoped they would praise him for it.

Even if it hurts, even if my soul will be scattered and have nowhere to rest after death, Wu Tu is willing...

Winston fell silent.

He's not the kind of parent who would completely dismiss their child, especially since this was the little guy's wish.

but……

Cyrus, who was behind him, spoke up:

"But let's not give up hope so quickly, okay?"

"Thank you, little one, thank you for going through fire and water for me. But I also want to see you alive. I love you very much, and more than having you in my life, I want to protect you and watch you grow up."

"Please... hang in there a little longer, okay?"

Richard and Kaylan also went to the bedside of the black rabbit.

"Your brother will find you the best doctor. Please hang in there a little longer."

"Don't you want to be with your brother?"

Kaylan chimed in from the side, "Little guy, I've always wanted a little brother to play ball with me..."

Just as Death was about to take away Wutu, Wutu, who thought he had been abandoned, had already given up on himself.

His little hand had already grasped the hand of death.

This may have been his destiny since birth.

A child without a mother's love may be destined to never grow up.

But he didn't expect that he would be persuaded to stay by others.

Even without his mother, his new family surrounded him with hundreds and thousands of loves, making up for what he had lost.

Not only Winston, but his family, friends and relatives... all cherished Wu Tu.

The dodder is not a useless dodder that depends on others.

Rather, they are the family's most precious treasure, the apple of their eye.

Wu Tu, who was always easily swayed, had no way of refusing his father and brothers' requests.

So after he nodded, Winston immediately put the agreement away.

Although his thought was to tear that agreement to shreds immediately.

But because of the little guy's pitiful look, as if he would die of heartbreak if he didn't take advantage of him... Winston had no choice but to fold the agreement and put it in his pocket.

Even though Winston had arranged for bodyguards to watch over Wutu, he was still worried.

He discussed it with Richard and Kaylan, and they decided that the three of them would take turns watching over the little guy, in order to prevent him from being bothered by his original family again, and also to prevent him from secretly doing dangerous things on his own again.

Since Wutu was also in the wrong, she could only obediently be kept under guard and wait for the doctors to discuss her next treatment plan.

But as time went on, the little guy's pain intensified.

He often coughed up blood, had no strength in his legs, and often cried out in pain in the middle of the night.

Winston would notice and gently pat the little guy's back, stroking the black rabbit with his warm hands, trying his best to reduce his pain.

Richard would read him storybooks he had never heard before, and those fantastical tales accompanied the black cat through countless difficult nights.

Although Kaylan may seem fierce, once you spend time with him, you'll find that he's actually a very thoughtful person. If he's willing to take care of someone, he's incredibly considerate.

Only he would gently wipe the bloodstains from the little guy's hair and take him downstairs for some fresh air.

When Cyrus saw his family all together, he couldn't stand it anymore. When the doctor came to work, he insisted on sharing a room with Wu Tu.

Even the doctors were a bit exasperated by him: "The VIP wards are all for one person only."

Cyrus, at this moment, acted like a big kid: "No, I want to be with my family. The little one and I are the perfect match; we've already been matched!"

"If Wutu only stays with my brothers, he will definitely forget about me."

Upon hearing this, the doctor sighed, then hesitated to speak.

Although Cyrus is lying in bed now, he is still a tall man of 1.9 meters, and even the bed is a little too big for him.

So tall and imposing, even lying in bed he seemed like a king on a throne... With such a powerful presence, who would dare forget him...?

But it wasn't just Cyrus; Lilith was also protesting.

She didn't want to come back just to be Cyrus's babysitter. Anyway, after confirming that Cyrus was still alive, Lilith turned around and went out to see the little guy.

The doctors were at their wits' end with this capricious patient, so they had no choice but to move Cyrus to a different room and place him next to the black rabbit. By simply pulling down the blinds in the middle, they could see the little guy in the other room.

Cyrus was satisfied.

Surrounded by his family, Wu Tu was in pain, but every day was fulfilling.

Even though the little guy felt extremely happy and loved the feeling of being valued by his family, his body was still gradually weakening, and he could no longer hear the crow's pleas in his heart.

Even if Wutu is incredibly resilient to pain, he will eventually break down when the pain accumulates to an unbearable level...

He cried in the middle of the night, begging his father to find a doctor so that the doctor could give him another injection of painkillers.

When Winston saw the little guy clutching his heart, looking so pathetic, he knew he really couldn't take it anymore.

He didn't tell Wu Tu to insist anymore, and quickly called the doctor to give the little guy an injection.

Only after the liquid in the huge syringe was slowly injected into the little guy's blood vessels did his breathing stabilize.

He nestled quietly in his father's arms and suddenly made a request.

"Dad, I want to touch the snow. I want to know what snow feels like."

How could Winston possibly refuse?

But tonight happened to be a freezing rainy night, and the sudden rain washed away the snow that had fallen to the ground, leaving the whole city wet, slippery, and cold.

What should he do?

Just as Winston was checking which areas still had snow, Kaylan suddenly said:

"Honey, do you want to touch the ice? My friend's ice rink is still open. I told him not to close it. It's very close, only twenty minutes away."

"May I?"

Wu Tu wasn't picky; he perked up as soon as he heard that.

Seeing how excited the little guy was, the adults' mood became even more somber.

They weren't sure if this was the little one's body putting up a final act of resistance...

But they were all willing to fulfill Wu Tu's wish, even if it meant crossing mountains and valleys.