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

The cuddly little boy has gotten used to this being his home, and to his father and brother.

Under Winston's protection, he was able to stay away from pain and be surrounded by countless blessings.

Winston had that confidence.

So, without him noticing, the little guy's figure in front of him became blurry.

A mechanical voice echoed in his mind:

"The save point has changed. Transmission in progress..."

Winston's first reaction was to reach out and hug the little one, wanting to protect his child from any harm.

However, the memory transfer was faster than his reaction.

In the blink of an eye, the entire scene and everyone else vanished into nothingness.

His hand passed through the little guy's figure.

Winston looked up again and saw only a dark alley, an empty, seemingly menacing stairwell, and a few streetlights.

The occasional sounds of televisions and radios coming from homes with lights on made Winston realize that he was in a completely unfamiliar place—China.

A city, a small town in China.

Winston, with one hand in his pocket, lit a cigarette in the cold wind.

He waited for the little one to appear.

Waiting to reach out and redeem oneself.

Amidst a few barks, the lights on the second floor of the hallway in front of Winston came on.

The noise and shrill female voice inside made Winston frown.

"Where did you pick up this dog?! Do you even want to keep it?! I've already spent a lot of money raising you and your brother, and you use my food, eat my food, and have the nerve to take the food I give you to feed the dog!"

"Anyway, your dad likes to eat dog meat. This thing has secretly eaten so many meals at home. It's just about time it gained some weight so we can kill it and eat it. What are you still making a fuss about?"

"Didn't you eat it too? Who are you crying like this for? Don't think anyone will pity you."

"Slap!" As she spoke, a crisp slap followed.

"If I don't hit you, you'll get all worked up! What kind of look is that? I'm your mother, not your enemy!"

"If I hadn't taken you in, you would have died out there long ago!"

"What, this dog can be your parents? Can it spend money on you?!"

"Then you can forget about spending my money and eating a single grain of rice from my house from now on!"

There was a commotion inside the room when suddenly a dark object rolled down.

The thing rolled to Winston's feet.

Winston looked down and saw a puppy's head.

The bloody scene symbolizes the fact that the parents ate their child's childhood companions.

Winston stubbed out his cigarette and was thinking of going upstairs to check on the situation.

But there was a knocking sound coming from the balcony above.

Winston looked up and saw a familiar little face through a small crack in the concrete wall.

The little guy's face was swollen and bright red on one side.

The other half of her face, though smooth and fair, was so thin that it was somewhat sunken.

The little guy has become just like the one Winston first met, weak and malnourished.

It seems that the little guy is having a very, very bad time without his birth mother's meticulous care and his father's doting love.

He was once again caught in a terrifying predicament where someone could take his life, slowly drain his life force, and devour him whole, sucking out his marrow and bones.

Winston's heart clenched.

Why should I?!

His child should be a beloved child, a precious treasure in the Winston family's palm, not a piece of trash abandoned in this desolate alley, bullied and humiliated by his so-called family.

By what right? By what right did those people hurt his child, his precious flesh and blood?!

Winston squeezed the remaining cigarette butt into his palm and clenched his fist.

In an instant, the chill in the man's eyes was almost murderous.

But when the bewildered little guy lowered his head and looked at the blond, blue-eyed man...

They couldn't tell that the man was hiding a huge rage.

He felt that this person was very familiar to him.

Could it be the knight who appears in his dreams?

But why is it blonde?

Three-year-old Wutu didn't know that there were foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes in the world; she just thought that knights could also dye their hair.

But Winston's blond hair was much better looking than any dyed blond hair.

His platinum blonde hair accentuated Winston's sharp features, making his features appear even more defined. He also had light-colored eyelashes and deep, glacial blue eyes.

In those eyes, the little guy clearly heard the sound of the glacier melting.

The chilling atmosphere crumbled instantly upon meeting the cub's gaze.

Because Winston was watching the black crow. Watching him, the only exception in the world.

Unbeknownst to him, the black rabbit had involuntarily reached out its hand towards Winston.

That heart, shattered to pieces, is instinctively rushing towards that illusory warmth.

But the little guy was too small; he couldn't break through the wall that was blocking him.

They couldn't even reach Winston.

But it doesn't matter, Winston will go find him.

Winston glanced at the little guy's thin clothes, took off his coat and tossed it to him before going upstairs and knocking on the door.

"Who?!"

The woman's voice grew closer as she opened the door.

A simply dressed middle-aged woman appeared before Winston.

Winston gripped the cigarette butt tightly in his hand; the stinging pain restrained his anger.

He carefully crafted a perfect disguise and was about to speak when the woman slammed the door shut again.

"You've got the wrong person, we don't have any money!"

Winston's jawline was taut.

endure……

Tolerate this short-sighted, pathetically foolish woman.

Winston didn't want to waste any more words on such people, because their understanding and environment were on completely different levels.

He would never give this kind of person any attention under normal circumstances.

But now, his child is still inside.

Winston felt the burning sensation in his palm as he focused intently on his thoughts.

While Winston was trying to figure out a solution, the woman dragged the black rabbit from the balcony by the ear into the living room.

"Was it you who brought those scumbags here? I've told you so many times, don't go looking for those guys! You're just like your own mother, an ungrateful wretch!"

"I should have listened to those relatives and kept you here!"

The woman pulled Wu Tu to the side of the dining table and made him kneel down.

Then she openly complained to her husband about the baby's presence.

"Don't I know what those bastards are thinking? They don't want to support this burden, so they kept passing him around, until they finally got him to me!"

"They said since we don't have any children yet, it's a good opportunity to adopt one!"

"I was hoping that if this kid was obedient, he could earn money to support us and take care of his younger brother. But his personality is exactly like his mother's; it makes me angry just looking at him!"

"Besides, we already have our own son, so we can get rid of him, right?"

The woman took out her meticulously calculated account, which listed every expense she would make for Wu Tu in the future, totaling 20,080 yuan. It was a very cheap price, but it could buy Wu Tu's life.

"Look at him, he'll need so much money for school in the future, he's a money-devouring beast."

"It will take him more than ten years to go out and work to earn money on his own. I can't bear to spend so much money on him all these years."

The man who had remained silent all along finally spoke up:

"But you can't just throw it away, that would land you in jail. If we go to jail, our children's lives will be stained."

The woman snorted coldly:

"Then let's send him to my mom's. The old lady is even more mean than me; she'll torment him to death."