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

Winston heard it.

He heard the little guy calling him.

Does he have any reason not to show up?

Regardless of whether the equipment was stable or whether his brain would suffer a backlash, Winston forced his hand out and finally broke through that invisible barrier.

Just like the day he first found Wu Tu at the hospital after the first snowfall, he still possessed the courage to burn his bridges and, from the moment he saw Wu Tu, he decided to save her from her fate.

Winston would still resolutely and without hesitation push open the ward door and walk up to Wu Tu:

"baby……"

"Dad is here to pick you up and take you home."

Wu Tu looked up and saw the figure standing at the door.

The black rabbit thought:

Ah, this world is so boring.

But because of her attachment to her father, Wutu wanted to try to live on.

My father was a barrier, a protector, separating him from death.

Because her father is there, Wutu thinks about how sad her father would be if she really died, and how much he would cry.

Perhaps Winston's hair will turn completely white overnight, perhaps he will become indifferent to the world and only want to cherish the memories of him and his father, perhaps... his father will simply follow him in death.

The thought of that scene made Wu Tu unable to bring herself to do it.

Because there is still one person in the world who cares about him, Wu Tu cannot leave...

So when Winston appeared in front of him, all the little guy's negative emotions were suppressed.

Everything in the world that was dark has become bright.

His refuge has arrived; all his suffering has found a place to rest.

The little guy excitedly rushed into Winston's arms, crying as he asked him:

"Why are you only coming now... I thought you didn't want me anymore..."

Winston felt a pang of sadness at the little one's crying, and he decided not to explain the world of memories to him.

Because whether it's an illusion or reality, the child in front of him is his precious treasure.

So Winston simply apologized:

"I'm sorry Dad is late, I'm so sorry you had to go through all that trouble..."

The little creature, who had been quiet and reserved before, was now chattering like a sparrow, nestled in Winston's arms.

Because of Winston's repeated redemptions, his repeated exchange of sincerity for sincerity, and his unspoken love that warmed him... the little black dog finally had the courage to act spoiled.

He whimpered, tears streaming down his face, as he told his father that he was very hungry, that someone was bullying him at school, that he hadn't received his wages from his part-time job, that he had an allergic reaction and felt uncomfortable all over, and that his skin was very itchy...

Winston always responded to the little guy's grievances, and every word he said was addressed.

He gently patted the little one's belly, then looked at the little one's red and swollen skin with heartache.

When Wu Tu said he felt unwell, he borrowed ice to apply to the little guy's skin.

His other hand wasn't idle either; when the little one said he wanted yogurt, Winston had to feed it to him.

As Wu Yaochen walked back, he heard the little guy crying.

He thought something had happened to Wutu and rushed back, only to see the little guy who had been cold to him earlier now acting coquettishly towards a strange adult man.

Wu Tu spoke to him affectionately, just like a real father and son...

It was the image of a lively, adorable, and well-behaved child that Wu Yaochen had imagined.

Wu Yaochen watched this scene, somewhat puzzled as to why the little guy would be so dependent on an outsider.

Until he heard the little guy say to the man, "Daddy, I want to go home. I don't want to be here."

So, the little guy has a dad...

Wu Yaochen's first reaction was one of disappointment.

Unbeknownst to him, he had come to regard the black rabbit as an important concern.

But he failed because he was completely unaware of it.

Upon hearing this, he was still foolishly questioning:

"Silly child, you're not even sure if he's your father, how can you go with someone else? What if he hurts you?"

Winston picked up the black rabbit, his tone indifferent:

"Who exactly is hurting him, Mr. Wu? Don't you know?"

"If you really want to protect him, then please let him be happy, instead of letting him dwell on the pain of the past and constantly blaming him for not crying or speaking up."

"Is it so hard to understand the logic that he can't tell you or trust you because you hurt him?"

"I really don't understand why, no matter what the child does, you only criticize and blame him, and never say a word of encouragement or love to him?"

Wu Yaochen moved his lips.

He wanted to say that he regretted it and that he was already changing.

However, the habits from his family of origin still influence him.

The more anxious he became and the more he wanted to make amends, the more hurtful his words became.

His tone was exactly the same as his mother's and his eldest sister's.

It turns out that he had unknowingly become the kind of person he hated.

Wu Yaochen realized what was happening.

He wanted to take Wutu away and protect her, but because of the harm he had done to Wutu before, he had lost the right to protect her.

He was destined to spend his whole life making amends to Wutu, waiting for Wutu to forgive him.

Because of his previous folly and the mess he made, Wu Yaochen is now unable to even respond to Winston.

He looked at the little one nestled in Winston's arms, a look of complete trust on his face, like a fledgling nestled tightly under its father's wings.

That's instinctive, a child's innocent dependence.

He thought that perhaps only Winston could bring happiness to the little guy.

Wu Yaochen wore a dejected expression, finally admitting defeat.

"Okay, okay."

"Uncle, I hope you'll be happy..."

Winston picked up the black rabbit, turned his head without looking back, and walked away.

He asked the little one, "Are you upset that Daddy's late?"

Wu Tu shook his head vigorously, his soft hair swaying like a rabbit's drooping ears.

Winston looked at the little guy and smiled. He seemed to want to pat the black rabbit's head, but something important made him suppress his smile and his expression turn serious.

Winston seemed to be reminiscing about the past, his tone full of regret:

"I'm always a step too late in this world... If only I had found you sooner, taken you to get treatment sooner, helped you get better sooner, and you wouldn't have suffered all this later..."

"I'm sorry, it's all Dad's fault..."

"No..." The little guy was at a loss, trying to comfort his father, but he was the one who wasn't good at comforting others.

Winston kissed his cheek gently, just like when the little guy jumped into the lake before, leaving the choice to the crow.

He asked the little one, "Sweetie, are you tired? Do you want to go home?"

"Or perhaps, I just want to stay in a quiet place, where no one will ever bother me..."

"If you really don't want to wake up, Dad will stay here with you."

"No matter what choice you make, you will not be alone."

It was only then that Wu Tu realized that she and her father had arrived in a blank space.

The black worm has a short memory because its life is only twelve years long.

No matter how painful or terrifying it may be, there will always be an end to it.

But Winston didn't know if the little guy would still want to wake up.

After accompanying Ulva through this dark period of her life, Winston fully understood Ulva's suffering.

If it were him, he couldn't have made a better choice.

He knew the little guy must be very tired.

If it were any other child, they would have ended it all long ago.

Winston tried hard to keep him, to hug the little guy and offer him warmth, but in the end, the decision was made by the little guy.

The black eagle stared blankly at the blank space in the future, then glanced at Winston.

His life might not have gotten much better, but when Winston arrived, everything was different.

The black rabbit has a father.

Because his father loves him, the little guy can't make his father sad.

Even if I'm exhausted...

At this point, Wu Tu had already made a decision.

……

"She's awake!! She's awake!"

"That's great. Keep a close eye on the situation and pay attention to Wu Tu's physical condition."

The black cat's breathing and heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and his eyelids trembled as he tried to open his eyes.

Winston and the others also woke up and quietly put down the equipment.

Compared to the joy on the doctor's side, the atmosphere on the Winston family's side was rather heavy.

Because they haven't completely broken free from the memories and emotions of the black cat.

Those terrifying, horrible, ever-present darknesses were also imprinted in their hearts.

Richard was the first to speak up.

He said to Winston with a cold expression:

"I want to stage a fake death for the little guy."

"Let him get rid of that family, that woman, completely."