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

"Luckily, someone was training all night. If you had called me any later, I would have already closed the door and gone home."

The owner, who was watering the ice on the rink, jumped out of his car:

"The ice surface is now smooth, so the kids won't fall and get hurt. Come on."

"Sweetie, would you like to get some new skates? I have some of my daughter's old ones here, they should have your size."

The little guy, gazing at the shimmering ice rink under the moonlight, was completely captivated by the serene and pristine ice surface.

The black rabbit couldn't help but exclaim, "How beautiful..."

The owner looked into the little guy's bright eyes, as if he were seeing every child who was falling in love with ice skating for the first time.

The boss smiled very gently and said in a low voice:

"Yes, the ice rink at night is like the sleeping Mona Lisa, and when you skate on it, the ice chips kicked up by the blades are like diamonds under your feet. Skating is a very beautiful sport."

"Wow……"

The black eagle's voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing the spirits on the ice.

"bring it on."

The boss reached out his hand to Wutu again.

Winston and Kalan exchanged a glance.

They originally planned to just let the little guy touch the ice, since his body was too fragile to withstand the temperature of the ice rink.

However, this was the first time Winston and Kalan had seen the little guy with such a longing expression, and the intense emotion ignited the black rabbit's dying life.

They couldn't bear to refuse such a black rabbit...

So Winston had to take off his own scarf and wrap it around the little guy's neck.

The boss next to him frowned:

"Parents, don't be so reluctant. If you wrap the little one up like a ball, how can he skate? He won't be able to move around."

Kalan patted his friend on the shoulder:

"The little one is in poor health, please take good care of him."

The boss had no choice but to suppress his professional instincts, take the little guy's hand, and go onto the ice with him.

As Kaylan had said, the little guy didn't have much of a foundation and was also sick.

The owner could tell at a glance that the child was sick and uncomfortable, and wanted to be pampered, so he begged to come and play in the middle of the night—a spoiled child.

But since the boss and Kaylan were best friends, and Kaylan had begged him so much, he had no choice but to agree.

So the boss was very careful and attentive to Wutu, and planned to teach him simple gliding on the ice first.

Who knew that the little guy had mastered the knack of stabilizing his body on the ice and could slowly glide on his own.

"Hmm, he's quite talented... his ice sense is really good..."

The little guy didn't tell anyone. He had actually secretly taken roller skating lessons before.

It was during my younger brother's class that the teacher next to him couldn't bear to see him standing alone, so she took him out to play with her for free.

Later, when his mother found out, the little guy was slapped in public and scolded for being shameless...

But the roller skating coach also said that the little guy is very talented. He has a good balance and can adjust his center of gravity on his own. Most importantly, the little guy is not afraid of falling and is not delicate.

Perhaps the roller skating instructor was unwilling to give up on such a promising student.

For Wutu, this was his only chance to take an extracurricular class, so he was prone to falling while learning roller skating, but the little guy wasn't picky at all.

Unfortunately, he couldn't attend later...

The roller skating teacher saw his mother hitting him and initially wanted to step in to protect Wutu. However, the angry mother also berated him severely and filed a complaint against him for misleading consumers and tricking children into attending classes. He was fired from his job on the spot.

The little black crow slowly came to its senses after recalling this.

He gradually loosened his grip on the boss's hand, wanting to glide on his own, but at that moment he lost his balance and fell hard.

"baby!"

Winston was ready to charge at any moment.

But the little guy bravely got up on his own.

The look in his eyes froze Winston in place.

Those were eyes filled with longing, eyes filled with affection, eyes that ignited all life...

The black leopard tried to glide on its own once again.

He succeeded.

He recalled his younger brother's dance class and raised his arm.

His younger brother has been nurtured by his mother through various extracurricular classes since he was a child.

But my younger brother has been studying dance the longest.

His younger brother was the bronze medalist in the National Youth Sports Dance Open.

My mother has said many times that my younger brother is destined for a career in the arts and will definitely become a dancer who earns a lot of money in the future.

So she also enrolled her younger brother in many dance classes.

Jazz, classical, even ballet...

If the little one goes with us, he will always watch the teacher's instructions carefully through the glass window, remembering each one clearly.

He couldn't dance, but he would rehearse it countless times in his mind when the night was quiet.

Countless times, he relied on this method of playing by himself to get through the long nights.

The little guy, who was thinking about this place, never expected that one day he would have an ice surface where he could dance.

The adults watching the little guy's movements all widened their eyes.

Kailan thought of something, took out the music app that the little guy always used, selected the song the little guy often listened to, and connected it to the ice rink's speakers.

As the lyrics of "Growing Up Carrying a Burden of Ten Thousand Pounds" flowed out, the little guy's expressiveness reached its peak.

His pent-up emotions and grievances were finally expressed through his body language.

"I'm a little sad. God always says singing will make me feel much better. He's lying, no, he's much more cruel by nature..."

"I want to bloom for the world, but how do I express it? Do I have to kneel down before you...?"

"If you would have pity on me, why did you capture me? Humans, it's intentional. Why did you choose me so impartially..."

"Why didn't you save me? Humans, how laughable! Why am I not the only one withering away..."

The desperate song questioning the world perfectly matched the little guy's physical expressions. Even though Winston and the others didn't understand the language, they could still feel the indescribable pain in the little guy's emotions.

The boss was already in tears.

Because of the little guy's dance, because of his despair that no one could understand.

"My God, he's a genius..."

"His body language and expressiveness are so powerful that he can easily draw people into his world and make them feel the same emotions as him..."

But what exactly did this little guy go through to perform such a breathtaking, devastatingly beautiful ice dance...?

While the boss was still in shock and confusion, he noticed that a tear had quietly slid down the corner of the little guy's eye.

The tears quickly fell onto the ice, where they were frozen into diamonds by the temperature.

On the ice, he was a child kissed by God.

But the black rabbit had just fallen in love with the sport, and now it was about to leave it...

The little guy, dressed in a snow-white down jacket, looked like a pure white bird flying on the ice.

But at this moment, the white bird cries blood.

The little guy's beautiful face, white clothes, and clean ice surface were all stained red with his blood.

It's like the black crow giving its last breath to the pure ice.

He quietly bloomed like a rose in the vast white snow.