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

The little guy met Winston's reddened, caged eyes and instinctively tried to pull the tissue away.

He saw the uncle crying pitifully by the roadside, as if he had lost something very important, and he wanted to comfort him.

But when his uncle looked up at him, he couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.

Because Winston's noble aura was impossible to suppress.

In Wutu's eyes, her uncle was just like those city people, or even seemed to be better off than them.

Wu Tu couldn't recognize any designer brands, but he could tell at a glance that Winston's fabric was soft and comfortable, and would definitely keep him warm in winter and cool in summer.

Moreover, Winston has a natural advantage in appearance, with an exotic charm and an outstanding appearance that is impeccable.

By any measure, they are outstanding adults whom he, the ugly duckling, could never come into contact with.

The rough tissues, which I had kept in my pocket for a very long time and had become wrinkled and grimy, looked even more conspicuous.

The little guy instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but Winston grabbed it.

The uncle asked him in a very familiar, concerned, and caring tone:

"How did you get so thin?"

"Didn't they feed you?"

The little guy dodged Winston's hand.

She met his gaze warily.

The six-year-old boy, already instilled with anti-fraud awareness by his school, was no longer so easily fooled by unsolicited concern.

But the little guy's brain was only so big, and after thinking about it, he didn't think Winston was a bad person.

So the little guy could only stare blankly at Winston, completely bewildered.

oO?

He hesitated for a moment, then quickly ran away, his eyes fixed on Winston's direction...

Although the little guy is soft-hearted, the way Winston approaches children does make him look like a bad guy trying to lure them with candy, which could easily lead to misunderstandings.

Winston shook his head somewhat helplessly.

He went to a nearby public restroom to wash his face and clear his head.

Then he would secretly hide at a distance, keeping a close watch on the black rabbit.

The little guy had probably told him about his childhood experiences.

It was a very vague story. He only mentioned that he was at his parents' house when he was three years old. Later, his parents sent him to the countryside. He could only go home with them during holidays when his maternal grandmother came to the city to visit his parents.

It wasn't until he was twelve years old, after graduating from elementary school and entering junior high school, that the little guy returned to the city.

So the little guy who follows behind his mother and brother is just a burden that has to be there during the holidays.

Winston's eyes were unfathomable, but when they fell on the little guy, they always turned into an indescribable tenderness.

The little guy following behind them was wearing a ridiculous purplish-red undershirt, his grandmother's old one, over which was a faded school uniform. His pants were showing a bit of his ankle, indicating that they were no longer suitable for his owner.

The little guy's sneakers were so worn out, I don't know how much glue had come undone; there were already cracks in the creases where he often squatted down.

Wu Tu stood behind them, shivering from the cold, and had to awkwardly hug herself. Her fair face was covered with fine blood vessels drawn by the cold wind.

So it looks like an abnormal flush.

In contrast, the mother and son walking ahead were both wearing newly bought thick coats, and the younger brother was wearing a sparkly dance costume under his coat.

The woman carefully followed her child, carrying his backpack and water bottle, and holding a tablet in her hand, giving the boy a chance to review the dance he was going to perform that day on the way.

"Sweetie, don't be nervous. Today is your first time on stage, so you have to do your best. There are national-level coaches in this competition."

"Mom has prepared the money and gifts. If you perform well, I can find a coach to get you into the provincial team for training. You have to seize this opportunity."

The boy seemed to have been nagged by the woman to the point of exhaustion. He casually rolled his eyes, seemingly thinking that the woman was annoying.

But he dared not say it aloud, otherwise the woman would give him another lecture.

However, his eyes shifted and his gaze fell on Wu Tu, who was following behind them.

So he shouted loudly, completely unconcerned:

"Mom, where did you find this beggar? Get rid of him quickly, he's so annoying. Tell him not to follow us around and get in our way. I feel like if he gets any closer, he'll spread germs to me."

A woman's helplessness:

"He has to wait a few days until your grandmother goes back to the countryside before he can go with her."

The boy suddenly became louder:

"What?! He's going to stay at home for a few more days?! No way! No way! He's so dirty!!!"

The boy wasn't as good at pretending as he would become when he grew up; he was still showing the side of himself that his mother had spoiled him without any restraint.

His screams drew the attention of almost everyone on the street.

The woman clearly had no way to deal with him and treated him like a god.

Seeing the boy so emotional, the woman had no choice but to agree:

"Okay, okay, how about we let him live on the rooftop instead of at home?"

The boy rolled his eyes, making no attempt to hide his malice, and said directly:

"Then let him live in the chicken coop, and garbage should live in the livestock pile."

"Okay, okay, okay." The woman almost pleaded, carefully wiping the sweat from the boy's forehead.

"I told you to stop fooling around. Look at you, all sweaty! How will you perform on stage if you catch a cold?"

The woman walked away with her son, leaving Wutu standing there, clutching his schoolbag strap, feeling utterly ashamed in the face of the stares of passersby.

He slowly moved his feet, further away from them.

An uninformed person would never guess they are a family.

Even after his younger brother went up to perform, Wu Tu didn't dare to go near the woman, for fear of incurring some bad luck.

He could only stand far away in a corner of the crowd, his eyes shining with envy as he looked at his younger brother on the stage.

He felt that his younger brother was like the Little Prince in a fairy tale, shining brightly.

It's so different from how I am now.

Compared to him, I felt like a rat in a sewer, unable to see the light of day.

No wonder his younger brother disliked him so much.

After watching for a while, Wu Tu couldn't help but lower his head and touch the seam of his trousers.

Despite the blinding light, the little one couldn't control his gaze, staring intently at the top of the stage and watching the dancers' every move.

Winston had seen that look in the crow's eyes before.

That very night, before Wu Tu collapsed, she was gliding and performing freely on that ice rink.

The blazing light was the same as the light in the crow's eyes at that moment.

The little guy leaned forward, looking at everything on the stage with almost yearning.

Winston immediately understood that what the crow longed for most during the years of suppression and neglect was to express itself.

They portray various roles and stories, expressing joy, anger, sorrow, and all sorts of emotions, letting everyone hear and see them...

This is how the little guy fell in love with dancing.

But the little guy didn't get a real chance to stand on the ice until too late.

If he had arrived even a second later, he would have lost his chance to perform forever.

Thinking about this, Winston finally understood what else he could give him besides money.

Winston can also give his child ample support, boundless knowledge, a vast and colorful world, and the freedom to roam and soar.