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

Mother……

If the little ones had no outlet, their joy would eventually overwhelm them.

It turns out that in his "mother's" eyes, he was no match for anything else.

Whether it's a younger brother or... money.

He was abandoned by his family without hesitation.

But Winston appeared behind him at that moment, pressed down on his shoulder, and caught him:

"Honey, let's go, stop looking."

The little guy couldn't take his eyes off the crow, so Winston picked him up and held him in his arms.

The little guy has never been held so affectionately by an adult since he can remember.

These are privileges that only younger brothers can enjoy.

He never expected that what he had longed for for so long would be so easily given to the little guy by Winston.

Winston looked him in the eye, his gaze tender, and then gently kissed the little guy's forehead.

"Daddy's here. Baby, Daddy loves you."

But compared to the two-year-old sweetheart she once was, now, just a year older, Wutu no longer dares to directly reach out and hug Winston's neck to act cute.

He's only a year older than the little guy from before.

His eyes, however, were filled with fear and panic.

Even when faced with love, the little one fears that there might be some ill intent hidden within it.

The little boy twisted his fingers, completely at a loss for how to react to Winston's enthusiasm.

I don't know whether I should run away and protect myself, or respond.

The little guy, who has never received love, doesn't even know how to be loved.

Moreover, he encountered Winston, a straightforward foreigner and a father who favored his children.

When Winston is with a child who is younger than before, he will show an even more doting affection that makes others cringe.

The little guy said he was at a loss, but he was more likely frightened by Winston's direct shot.

He stared blankly at Winston, unable to escape or accept it, and could only stare at him with his large, misty eyes.

When Winston saw that the little guy wasn't sticking to him obediently like before, he thought he was scared by the family, so he rubbed his head and carried the little guy into the car.

The little guy remained obediently seated the whole way, without moving or speaking. He dared not approach Winston, but secretly watched Winston's every move.

When Winston notices the little guy's gaze, the little guy immediately looks away.

Like a little kitten clumsily trying to get its parents' attention, thinking it hasn't been discovered.

But when Winston tried to get closer to him, the little guy stiffened up, his fingers clenching tightly, showing his unease.

Winston hesitated for a moment, then finally realized something was wrong.

The little guy looks exactly the same as when he first saw twelve-year-old Wutu in the hospital.

But that was a twelve-year-old crow.

He's still just a three-year-old child...

Just one year later, the pain of losing her mother and the oppression and bullying from her family have turned a child into this.

Humble, cautious, and afraid to accept anyone's love or kindness.

After Winston noticed the little guy's discomfort, he dared not approach him easily anymore.

He feared that too much love would make the little one avoid him even more.

Winston pretended to press his temples, then closed his eyes and dozed off.

He wanted to give the little guy some space of his own.

The little guy saw that Winston seemed to be asleep, and only dared to secretly turn his head to look at him before immediately turning back.

However, the little guy stopped moving when he saw the cigarette burn scar on Winston's outstretched palm.

When Winston met Ulva's family, he used pain to remind himself in order to suppress his emotions and prevent himself from losing control.

The depth of the scars indicated how angry Winston was.

The cigarette burn scar was hardly an attractive sight; in fact, it was gruesome. But Winston's attention was entirely focused on the black rabbit, leaving him no time to tend to the wound.

Those deep, flesh-revealing marks were a testament to Winston's desperate attempt to suppress his murderous intent.

An ordinary child might be frightened to see such a gruesome flesh-colored wound.

But the little guy slowly moved over.

With his eyes closed, Winston felt the seat next to him dip slightly.

That was a tiny weight, belonging to the little guy.

Winston's lips curled up, and he felt a small part of his heart sink in as well.

He hoped the little guy would stick to him on his own, as usual.

But instead of the little one's dependence, he received nothing.

It was the coldness of my palm.

Winston opened his eyes unexpectedly and saw the little guy's tiny hands grabbing his fingers and blowing air into his palm.

"Fly away in pain, fly away in pain."

"Pain flies to Xiaobao, don't feel pain, Daddy."

Winston watched this scene with mixed feelings.

Even if the little one doesn't know how to be loved.

But he is still that crow.

A crow that feels sorry for others and empathizes with all the sadness and pain of those around it.

She is a child with a soft heart.

Winston suddenly remembered Richard's usual trick for amusing the little guy and put it to use on a whim.

"Baby... Daddy's hand still hurts."

The black rabbit was startled.

But after hearing Winston cry out in pain, all he could see in his eyes was worry.

The little guy puffed out his cheeks and blew even harder.

Winston felt both sorry for him and amused.

So he naturally reached out to the little guy and said in a low voice, "Daddy's heart is breaking because he has no baby to comfort him."

Winston's pronunciation and enunciation have a captivating quality, and his deep voice makes him incredibly endearing when he's being vulnerable.

The little guy was the first to experience what others dreamed of: being gently pampered by Mr. Winston.

It has to be said that this is one of the advantages of the Winston family being full of handsome men and beautiful women.

Winston, in particular, has the strongest presence and looks young, making him the kind of older dad who appeals to both men and women.

Even if Winston and his children attended together, to outsiders they looked more like brothers than father and son.

Winston's beautiful voice, coupled with those eyes, would have captivated anyone else.

But the little guy didn't notice any of that.

He's still too young to know how handsome his dad is.

His attention was entirely focused on his father's pitiful plea for help.

Since her father said so, the obedient little guy believed it and thought that Winston would die of a broken heart if no one comforted him in the next second.

So he quickly moved closer to Winston, hesitated for a moment, and then kissed his father's forehead, just like his father had kissed him on the forehead before.

Then the little guy raised his hand again and touched his father's head.

"Little Bao, pat it."

"Daddy is a good baby too, a good baby."

Then the little guy sat down, snuggled up to Winston, and observed Winston's expression.

When he realized he couldn't tell whether Winston was better or not, the little guy leaned against Winston's chest and politely asked, pointing towards his heart:

"Hello, could you please not break? My father needs you, my heart, please don't break."

Winston looked at the little guy's earnest expression as he told him not to be heartbroken.

Why is he heartbroken?

Winston felt his heart racing, almost reaching his maximum heart rate zone.