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

Winston wanted to beg him not to remember.

He just wanted Wutu to forget the past and be a carefree child.

Even if the little guy isn't as sensitive and obedient, even if he's dull-witted and only knows how to act cute and charming, without any survival skills.

But Winston preferred it that way.

He only hoped that Wutu would no longer be in so much pain.

When he thought he was powerless.

Lost in her memories, Wu Tu actually buried herself in his arms.

He heard the little one, just like when he was a baby, like when he was two, wanting to curl up completely in his arms, whispering:

"dad……"

It turns out that all of Winston's efforts were worthwhile.

Everything he did for Wutu, risking his life to pull the sleeping little creature back to life—it all counted.

Every effort he made, every step he took, counted.

The black worm's memory has changed.

After the coldness of death comes a warm embrace.

Wu Tu remembered that when he was two years old, just as he was about to be enveloped in crimson death, a tall figure descended from the sky and protected him.

At that time, in the little black rabbit's world, there was only the existence of "mother," and no father.

He didn't know the meaning of the word "father".

So when he was little, he thought his father was a hero.

Amidst the desolation and ruin, an anchor finally caught the black rabbit.

It turns out his life wasn't completely ruined.

It turns out there are still people who love him.

Crow clutched Winston's collar, trembling as she cried out, "Daddy..."

Winston seemed to realize that his redemption of the black rabbit was beginning to change the world of his memories.

At this moment, the little guy's world of memories also fell into chaos.

But with Winston around, no matter how old the crow is, Winston will grab its hand whenever it comes to him.

"dad……"

Wu Tu called out to him, over and over again, as if constantly confirming that he would be caught, that someone would love him unconditionally, and that no matter what he became, his father would love him.

Winston said firmly, "It's true, it's all true. Baby, don't be afraid, whether in dreams or in reality, you will always be worthy of love."

Winston's tone grew increasingly firm. He wanted to take this opportunity to awaken Ulva from her turbulent memories, but in this chaotic world, Winston and his group were the first to be kicked out.

Winston reluctantly reached out, but could only grasp the white light above his head.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and before he knew it, a tear had slid down his cheek.

Winston gasped for breath, only then realizing that his body had reached its limit.

When the others got up, their expressions were also very bad. It seemed that they had been forced to exit the memory rewind and had also suffered a backlash.

But the first thing Winston did after recovering was to ask the crow:

"Where's the little guy? Is he awake?"

Researchers examined the brain activity of the black bastard.

"His brain activity has improved, but it hasn't reached the point where he can be fully alert."

Without hesitation, Winston reached out and put the device back on his head.

"continue."

The doctor next to him advised, "Mr. Winston, you should rest. Twelve hours have passed. You should at least get some sleep and get some nutrition."

Winston pinched his temple and called the butler over:

"Grind me a cup of coffee, twice as strong."

The butler sighed, "Don't you need anything else?"

Winston: "No need."

The brothers next to them also took the opportunity to sit up and rest for a while.

Besides Richard staring blankly at the instruments:

"We're all awake now. Will the little one be scared being alone in the memories?"

Researchers: "...We haven't asked the participants how they felt yet."

Looking to the side, one sees a tiny black tu surrounded by various medical instruments.

Ever since he learned about Wutu's past, he has been unable to accept this lifeless Wutu.

He understood what was gradually pushing the black ox towards its death.

But what if the black worm really disappears?

He'll break down first.

With that in mind, Richard pushed the wheelchair to Wutu's side and put the instruments on him.

Before losing consciousness, he grasped the black rabbit's hand:

"You gave your brother the courage to stand up. Little one, you can't give up on yourself either..."

Winston listened to Richard's words, glanced at the serene-looking Blackie who seemed to be still dreaming, and then put on the equipment as well.

……

Winston felt that his surroundings had changed again.

This place seems more developed than before, closer to the powerful China he knew.

Is this a few years from now? And it should be in the city center.

As Winston was pondering this, he saw a boy with a backpack being kicked out of a clothing store:

"Get away, get away! We don't want child laborers, don't you dare hurt me."

Twelve-year-old Wu Tu finally graduated from elementary school in the countryside and came to the city to attend middle school.

However, his aunt was only willing to give him 300 yuan a month as living expenses, which was only 10 yuan a day. Even if he ate in the cafeteria, 10 yuan was not enough.

He had just enrolled in school when the 300 yuan living allowance was used to pay for tuition and other fees.

This also means that the little guy didn't have any food for a whole month.

He clutched his stomach, which hadn't been full for days, and could only try to find odd jobs in other people's shops to earn some money or food through his labor... If all else failed, he could even collect scraps.

After experiencing extreme hunger, one understands that nothing is more important than survival.

Even dignity.

But today, starting from the start of school, everything has become especially abnormal.

The neighbors who were friendly to him before seem to have changed their tune today, and they've all started ostracizing him.

The snack shop owner, who used to feel sorry for him and secretly slip him a few yuan, turned her face away from him today.

The same was true for everyone else. On Wutu's way to school, the uncles and aunts he used to meet and greet, the cleaners, and the security guards all looked at him with disdain.

Seeing the little guy's disappointed expression, Winston couldn't bear it any longer and reached out to grab the black rabbit.

But his hand passed right through the black crow's hand.

"Brainwave connection just established, device stabilizing... Please do not interfere with the memory world during the stabilization phase."

Damn!

Winston, who was usually calm and collected, couldn't help but kick the cart next to him.

But he missed.

Damn it, I should have stayed!

Winston was extremely annoyed.

He had no idea what kind of experiences he would witness next.

The little guy felt something was off the whole way.

When he arrived at the school and Wu Tu saw the woman standing at the entrance, he immediately understood what had happened.

But the woman wasn't the only one standing at the school gate; next to her was Wu Tu's homeroom teacher, and the two of them were having a pleasant conversation.

Wu Tu's homeroom teacher spotted him from afar. The little guy was standing on the wide road, with no way to escape.

The homeroom teacher beckoned to him and called him over.

The black cat's steps were heavy, and it moved very slowly, one step at a time.

But it's only a few hundred meters away, and he will eventually reach his destination.

The little one came up to his aunt, lowered his head, and unconsciously tugged at the hem of his clothes.

He was prepared for things to go catastrophically.

The homeroom teacher glanced at him, and that look made Wu Tu feel like he had thorns in his back.

The homeroom teacher cleared his throat and said:

"I already know the details. It turns out that you were stealing money from home every day, and pretending to be broke to gain people's sympathy and get them to give you money, which you then secretly spent."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tu's body stiffened.

He looked up and met his aunt's obvious, mocking smile.

She mouthed to Wu Tu: You little brat, see if I can't handle you.

The woman's face and voice already made Wu Tu feel nauseous subconsciously.

He covered his mouth, suppressing the urge to vomit, and listened as the woman complained to the homeroom teacher:

"Teacher, this child calls me every day asking for money, and I really didn't know he was asking his teachers and classmates for money. What's the difference between him and a beggar?"

"Teacher, I feel so guilty. I failed to teach him well... I've let my sister down."

Her voice was loud, and it was right when the students were heading to school. All the students, parents dropping their children off, and teachers checking their appearance all turned to look at her.