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

Winston seemed to have seen his bright future through the little black tusk.

When the black rabbit stepped onto the ice, for a moment, he gave Winston the same feeling.

He felt that he would definitely become a gold medalist one day.

Although Winston wasn't sure if the little guy would go down that path, at least for now, he wanted to pave a future full of endless possibilities for him.

Winston wanted to make Ultus understand that the hardships Ultus had experienced were merely a thing of the past, and that with Winston, his future would never be burdened by such insignificant people again.

As the life of the black lily expands, it will naturally become better than before, and withered flowers will sprout new buds.

The black cat will become one of those dazzling people in my heart who I never dared to imagine or hope for.

Having made up his mind, Winston quietly followed in the footsteps of the black clown.

Wu Tu, who was originally going to the bathroom, realized that someone was following her and was so frightened that her fur stood on end.

The little guy looked like a puppy, looking left and right, as if he wanted to spin around 360 degrees on the spot, using his soft, self-perceived fierce expression to scare away bad guys.

In fact, it only makes Winston laugh.

Winston covered his face with his hand to compose himself before looking up at the little guy.

He took the initiative to walk up to the little guy:

"Hello, I mean no harm."

"I'm an investor, and I want to find children who deserve help and do charity work. You know, wealthy people like us need some positive public opinion."

"I just wanted to ask, your brother was dancing on stage, why weren't you there?"

Upon hearing this, the light in Wu Tu's eyes dimmed.

When he heard Winston say that he wasn't a bad person, the little guy seemed to believe him easily.

Perhaps it was because he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity upon seeing Winston.

So when Winston asked him about it, the little guy almost couldn't hold back his tears of grievance.

He lowered his head, secretly wiping away his tears where Winston couldn't see, and said in a choked voice:

"I... I'm not as good as my younger brother..."

But Winston could see clearly the vulnerability the little guy was hiding.

He held out his hand to the little guy: "No, I don't think so."

"Every child has potential; it's just that your potential hasn't been unlocked yet."

"I'd like to ask you to perform for me alone, is that alright?"

"I want to see if you're a suitable candidate for my investment."

Winston knew all too well what the little guy was thinking, so he couldn't just offer his good intentions directly to the crow.

A little guy who gets used to being bullied and belittled will definitely feel that he is not worth it, and then he will refuse while feeling fearful.

That's why Winston said things like he wanted to test the crow.

The little guy hesitated for a moment, but his gaze involuntarily swept over the peers who were putting on makeup in the bathroom.

He was so envious...

Wu Tu had wondered why Winston would take a liking to someone as unremarkable as herself, especially with so many children around. It seemed Winston's investment acumen wasn't very good; she wondered if he would squander all her money...

The little guy couldn't help but feel a bit worried.

But then he thought that if he were raising a child like him, it wouldn't cost much money.

If Winston is short of money, he can help Winston save money.

The little guy goes grocery shopping and haggles every day; he's quite the shrewd little schemer.

Looking at the rich and foolish Winston in front of him, the little guy felt a surge of protectiveness...

Looking into the little guy's eyes, Winston felt that he didn't seem to be thinking about his future.

He coughed twice before the little guy snapped out of his reverie and continued to consider Winston's words.

Although Winston did not describe any beautiful scenery to him.

But the little guy instinctively felt that Winston was a man of his word and would always keep his promises.

He firmly believed this.

So even though the little guy was embarrassed, he still couldn't suppress his true, ever-present urge:

"Can...can I jump right here?"

"No."

Winston shook his head:

"I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow, in the same place. I'll take you to a professional dance studio then."

Are you worried I might lie to you? Should I give you my contact number?

"No way!" Wu Tu immediately shook his head, like a puppy shaking its ears, just in case Winston misunderstood.

But he was also terrified that it was all just a dream.

So the little guy timidly reached out his hand and hooked his little finger together:

Let's make a pinky promise.

"The liar will turn into a puppy."

Winston looked at the little guy's pinky finger and felt both soft-hearted and helpless.

He was the head of his clan, a prince of the royal family, and held the title of earl. He had signed countless high-stakes gambling agreements, but this was the most harmless contract he had ever made.

This agreement, which had absolutely no deterrent effect, was like a puppy gently brushing his heart with its tail.

While it couldn't restrain Winston's behavior, it did tightly bind his heart.

Winston would certainly do his best to arrange everything for Ulva.

After the little guy went home happily, Winston contacted someone to move the coach, equipment, and venue over overnight.

He knew he couldn't just take the little guy out of the country rashly, and his time was limited, so instead of letting Wu Tu take another step, he simply brought the best things directly to the little guy.

……

When the little guy, suppressing his excitement, ran to the open-air stage early in the morning, there wasn't a single person there yet.

It's only eight o'clock in the morning, after all.

But the little guy was so excited that he couldn't sit still at home, so he simply got up early, took the money his mother gave him, bought breakfast for the whole family and put it on the table, and then ran out impatiently.

Although he was a little cold and hungry, there was no hot breakfast for him; he would only get the leftovers from his family's second meal.

So the little guy drank a bellyful of cold water before leaving the house.

His stomach was a little upset; he had developed stomach problems at such a young age.

But the little guy just clenched his fists and pounded his upper abdomen to barely relieve the discomfort, and then continued to wait anxiously.

Winston didn't appear until 1 p.m.

This can be considered a miscalculation on Winston's part.

He had already guessed that the little guy would arrive early, but he didn't expect Wu Tu to arrive so early.

Seeing the little guy's almost frozen posture, Winston blinked and asked him:

"Have you been waiting long? Why didn't you call me?"

The little guy smiled, but his face, betraying his inability to lie, betrayed his guilt: "...No, I just arrived too."

After he finished speaking, his pale face became even more exaggerated. His small face looked completely bloodless, as if it were paler than the paint on a wall.

The little guy's vision went black, and he almost collapsed due to low blood sugar.

Winston's heart clenched.

When he finally caught the little guy and hugged him, he realized how thin the child in his arms was.

He was so thin that his hands trembled, and he dared not exert any force.

She was so thin she looked like a sheet of paper.

Light as a butterfly, Winston couldn't catch it before it flew away.

How could she not get sick in this state?!

The little guy's final state of being bedridden was the result of being tormented year after year, day by day!