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

Upon hearing Winston's words, Wutu immediately broke down in tears and sobbed uncontrollably.

He clutched his father's clothes, not caring at all whether his tears would smear all over his father's suit. He cried without any regard for anything else, just like a child.

Winston was terrified by the cries of the black tusk.

Aside from when he was a child... he hadn't seen Wu Tu cry like this in a long time.

He thought the little guy was happy now and had grown into a strong adult, so he wouldn't be particularly sad about things that would happen in the future.

But the black rabbit held Winston tightly:

"I don't want... I don't want Daddy to leave..."

He was always that child when he was with Winston.

Ulu even cried until she vomited. Winston's vision of the future was so real that Ulu felt utterly hopeless almost as soon as she stepped into it.

But time is so merciless, it's hard to accept.

Now everyone looked at the grief-stricken Wutu, at a loss for what to do.

Oh no, this crybaby is so heartbroken this time, she's definitely not going to be easy to comfort.

Winston looked at the black rabbit and could only apologize, saying that his father would never leave again.

But Wutu is not a child, nor is he at an age where he can believe in fairy tales.

How could he not know that, no matter what, Winston would definitely leave before him?

The black rabbit was devastated:

"If Dad dies, I'm going to die too! If you die, I won't live either!"

"I would never hate my dad, never!"

Winston looked at the black leopard, a similar pain and bitterness spreading through his heart.

His large hand pressed down on Wutu's shoulder:

"Baby... Daddy promises you, okay? You know Daddy always keeps his word and will never get ahead of you."

The little guy nestled into Winston's arms, and when Winston reached out to touch him, he was so excited that he broke out in a sweat; the back of his neck was wet, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

In just a short while, Winston's shirt was soaked through.

I don't know where the little one got so many tears. His eyes were swollen from crying, but he wouldn't stop.

Winston was heartbroken.

The butler was right. His child would always depend on him, even if he personally arranged everything for Wutu's future, meticulously planned every detail of Wutu's life, and entrusted him to someone trustworthy to take care of him...

But Wutu also couldn't accept the days when her father was gone.

He had no mother since he was a child and his life had already been very difficult. How could Winston bear to part with him?

Thinking of this, Winston could only take the little one back to his room and soothe him for the entire afternoon.

As soon as Wu Tu touched the bed, she buried herself under the covers again and continued to cry.

He was crying until he was completely drained of moisture, and his eyes and head ached terribly. But the thought of his father leaving and the person who loved him most in the world disappearing made his heart clench with pain.

Richard and the others all fawned over the little guy, wiping his tears and feeding him water.

The black worm took a short break, pursing its lips and whimpering.

They thought the little guy was done.

In the end, he just cried until he was exhausted.

After a while, the little guy couldn't help but start sobbing again when he saw his father.

Unfortunately, his phone seemed to be targeting him at that moment. As soon as he opened it, the app pushed out all sorts of heart-wrenching stories about the death of loved ones.

Moved by the scene, Wu Tu cried even harder.

He looked so pitiful, his figure huddled under the covers like a baby.

Why can't we continue to take care of him for a very long time?

In fact, Winston himself didn't know what to do.

When Wutu was exhausted from crying and was finally drifting off to sleep, he still held onto his father's hand tightly.

"I... want to go back, I want to go back to when I was a child, I don't want to grow up."

Wu Tu's words shattered everyone's last psychological defenses.

Winston, in particular, would probably haunt himself with these words in the middle of the night, questioning his conscience and feeling that he hadn't been good enough to the little guy.

The day before, Wu Tu was so heartbroken that she cried for so long, and the next day her health completely collapsed.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt dizzy and had a terrible headache. His throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire, and he felt uncomfortable all over his body, including his stomach.

Although he is well cared for by his father now, if he were to get sick, he would definitely not be as healthy as an average person.

If it becomes serious, it can easily lead to problems.

Just like flowers can bloom again, they can also wither.

Even when she was feeling down, Wu Tu would still apologize in the family group chat.

"I'm sorry, we agreed to go on a trip together, but we can't go now."

Everyone in the group is sharing emojis that fans made for Wutu.

Kailan: "[Bunny waves her hand] It's okay, baby. You should rest well and not be sad, or your brother will cry too."

Richard: "[The little rabbit is very worried about you]"

Lilith: "[A bunny's kiss]"

Wu Tu: "Could you please stop sending my emojis... [Little Rabbit cries]"

He had always felt ashamed that his family kept his photos, so Richard and his family had always used the Black Rabbit emoji in private.

But now, they probably just want to comfort Wutu, so they're trying to distract the little guy like this.

But Wu Tu looked at her tiny reflection in the emoji.

I feel like crying again.

"Cough cough cough..."

Wu Tu lay on the bed, feeling that he hadn't experienced such a terrible illness in a long time.

But... if he gets sick and dies before his father, that would be good too.

He doesn't want to watch his father leave him.

Call him selfish or stingy, but this is the one thing he fears most.

Just as a father cannot live without his son, a crow cannot live without its father.

Meanwhile, Winston was also concerned about the black rabbit.

The thought of the black ox made him anxious, so he pulled out his cigarette case.

But Winston didn't light the cigarette for the first time.

He stared at the cigarette for a long time, then remembered Wu Tu's words, "If my father dies, I won't live either," and could only put the cigarette back.

Ross came out of Ulva's room and shook his head at Winston.

The little guy doesn't want to eat, and no matter who tries to coax him, he won't eat.

After taking the medicine, he covered his head with the blanket and went back to sleep. He didn't want to talk to anyone who tried to talk to him, and his mood was visibly low.

However, the little guy wasn't just being temperamental. Being sick is uncomfortable, and it makes people much more vulnerable.

So Rose couldn't bear to keep bothering Ulva.

Winston could only let Ross go back first.

He went back into the room, where the little guy was now half asleep, drowsy, pale, and looked more vulnerable than usual, just like when Winston first took him in.

Winston sighed, carried him into the bathroom, cleaned his dirty body, applied ice to his skin, and then personally cooked porridge and fed it to the little guy.

"Sweetie, let's eat, okay? Daddy's heart will break if you don't eat."

Winston's tone was no different from that of someone coaxing a twelve-year-old crow.

The little guy responds better to gentle persuasion than force.

Winston's method shows he's got the little guy under his thumb.

So the black rabbit could only force itself to eat more.

So Winston fed him little by little, but he only ate half a bowl before turning his face away.

Winston stopped pressuring him and instead pulled him back into his arms, patting his back.

The little guy had slept for too long and couldn't fall asleep anymore, but the discomfort he felt when he was sick was something he couldn't ignore, and it even felt a bit torturous.

It was only then that Wu Tu realized he had become spoiled.