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

He actually threw a tantrum in front of his father, and felt that even the slightest bit of suffering was unbearable.

But if there were no father, who else would feel sorry for him just because of a minor illness or pain?

He's become spoiled now, all because Winston pampers him.

But without a father, how can he be the apple of his father's eye?

Winston, seeing the little guy staring blankly with his eyes open, kept kissing the top of his head and his forehead, and said to the black rabbit:

"Sweetie, let's not think about that anymore, okay?"

Listening to her father's comforting words, Wu Tu felt that she shouldn't have thrown a tantrum at him like that.

Dad should be more upset than him...

Thinking of this, even though Wu Tu was burning up with fever and feeling nauseous, he still tried to curl up in his father's arms.

Winston patted the little guy's nape. He had considered whether to grant the little guy's request that they die together, even if it meant their own death.

Anyway, whether he goes to heaven or hell, Winston can take good care of the black rabbit.

But his child was still so young, and Winston's possessiveness outweighed his love for his child; the instinct of love prevailed over everything.

He hoped that Wutu could truly understand life...

If Ulva truly cannot accept it by then, Winston might then personally end Ulva's life and die with him.

But no matter what he said, if he wanted Wutu to accept this long reprieve, he could only wait for time to pass.

Because the theory of lifespan is an unsolvable problem.

Winston could only wait until the little guy was willing to accept this outcome.

He looked down and saw Wu Tu nestled in his arms, her cheeks bulging from the pressure.

If the black rabbit lies in one spot for too long and gets hot, it will move around and press its face against its father's other abdominal muscle.

Wu Tu thought that in his memory, his father was omnipotent.

He always felt that his father would protect him forever.

But even fathers have moments of vulnerability and helplessness...

Before fate, they are all ants.

The black cat could only pray in its heart.

Let him protect his father.

Just as his father took him in, he also hoped to protect his father before fate intervened.

With these feelings in mind, Wutu nestled in her father's arms and drifted off to sleep again.

……

When he woke up, he was still inside Winston Manor, in his room.

But everything here has changed.

My father isn't around either.

The little guy was startled. He thought he was dreaming. He pinched his leg hard, but it did nothing except hurt himself.

Wu Tu: Have I finally gone mad? Hallucination? Or some kind of drug reaction? Or has Kailan come up with another new idea to kill people?

The little guy was being affectionate with his dad one second, but the next second he automatically became alert and observed his surroundings.

There seems to be some movement outside the door.

The little guy secretly opened a crack in the door and discovered that the layout of the entire Winston Manor was completely different from before.

Moreover, the servants were people Wu Tu had never seen before.

Furthermore, the servants' clothing resembled the maid outfits and tailcoats of the last century, which conservatives were unwilling to shed, making it seem as if time was replaying itself from twenty or thirty years ago...

Wu Tu, having been a former head of the family, did not immediately make a fuss. Instead, he carefully observed from the shadows before cautiously running out.

He had determined that this was not Winston Manor, but someone else's property.

However, this place is exactly the same as Winston Manor in location and appearance.

It was definitely not the crow's illusion.

The little guy walked down the street and looked at the bustling street. The old-fashioned feel of it was overwhelming, and this was definitely not a scene that could be created in a movie.

Every single person here is flawless; they're so three-dimensional, so real.

So real that it left Wutu speechless:

Could he have really traveled through time?

Did I travel back to more than thirty years ago?

Just because he made a wish to protect his father?

With that thought in mind, Wu Tu went out, used her looks to change her clothes at a nearby shop, and then headed towards the Winston family's castle.

Wu Tu deduced: At this time, Father shouldn't have become the head of the family yet. So who has succeeded him now, and where is Father?

These things can only be confirmed once we arrive at the castle.

So the black cat came to the old house.

The security here was much tighter than he had imagined.

He remembered that this period should also be considered the golden age of the Winston family.

The Winston family was both royalty and controlled the nation's economic lifeline, and it was a time of chaos, but also the best of times.

With the economy booming and the underground industry still in a slump, the Winston family's black market was unparalleled. At that time, the head of the Winston family was known as the Godfather by his family.

The little guy was just pretending to walk by when he attracted the attention of a group of guards wearing hats and with guns tucked into their belts.

How can we possibly sneak in now?

The little guy touched himself all over, looking for supplies.

He found a ring on his body, along with the engagement ring Ross had given him, a cartoon band-aid from his father, and a bag of snacks he had secretly hidden under his pillow—chocolate.

Furthermore, the little guy had nothing on him.

It seems he'll have to find out who the current head of the family is first...

Just as Wu Tu was thinking this, he saw a man wearing a black leather jacket come out of the castle.

He looked very young, even a few years younger than Wutu now. He also had his hair slicked back, giving him an air of maturity beyond his years and aloofness.

Even the expression on his face was exactly the same as Winston's later expression; it hadn't changed at all.

Those icy blue eyes were even lighter in color than when she was mature, like an ancient, unmelting glacier. They looked so cold that it was no wonder others were afraid of them.

Moreover, at this time, Winston didn't have many followers at all.

He walked alone toward the street corner, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him.

Wu Tu followed him without thinking, watching him wander alone to the coffee shop, where he sat alone in a corner, all by himself.

The little guy instinctively leaned closer; he had a lot to say, and he felt that Winston now was different from his father later.

But the senses are very familiar with it.

Moreover, in this unfamiliar environment, when the little guy saw the person he relied on most, his urge to rush out and confess was incredibly strong.

He was incredibly excited...

Perhaps it was because the way the black rabbit kept glancing at Winston was too obvious.

Winston noticed it too.

Winston straightened up, and the first thing he did was reach for the gun at his waist, watching the black rabbit warily.

But under Winston's intimidation, the beautiful, dark-haired, dark-eyed Eastern woman actually walked towards him step by step.

She still appeared before him with an attitude of complete trust and openness.