As soon as she finished speaking, a strange black shadow flashed before her eyes.

A cold glint flashed in Fu Ying's delicate eyes, and the next moment her chin was gripped tightly by Ye Sijue's icy, slender fingers. His ruthless voice was almost uttered through clenched teeth: "I told you not to follow me, did you hear me?"

In that instant, Fu Ying met Ye Sijue's cold and murderous eyes, and her heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.

These were eyes filled with hatred and rage, yet deeply restrained and controlled by unwavering willpower. They were dangerous and sharp, as if a single glance would be enough to send one succumbing to their depravity.

But strangely, there was no love in those eyes, like a stagnant pool of water that could not flow, shutting out all desire.

At that moment, Fu Ying seemed to finally understand why Gu Momo had said that Ye Sijue was a heartless and loveless person.

His eyes... they're clearly the eyes of someone who has absolutely no emotion...

But how much loneliness and suffering did Ye Sijue endure to become so heartless and devoid of love?

Fu Ying felt a sharp, invisible pain in her heart. A charming smile appeared on her pretty face, and her slender, soft hands playfully clung to Ye Sijue's arm. Her smile was incredibly lively.

"I'm so sorry~ I just saved you, and I thought I only got a few minor injuries from saving you. How could you just leave me like this in the middle of nowhere? If I got carried off by jackals, would you feel terrible? I'm so pitiful..."

Her bright, sparkling eyes were like large black gemstones, radiating a lively light, and her soft, delicate face had sweet dimples.

Ye Sijue's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously tried to shake off Fu Ying's fidgeting hands.

"Let go! Or I'll kill you!" Ye Sijue's chilling voice was terrifying.

Unexpectedly, Fuying's soft hands hugged his arm even tighter: "I don't want to~ What if you leave me here to feed the wolves? I'm so cute, I haven't even won over the person I like yet, how can I be fed to the wolves?"

Her playful cheek pressed tightly against Ye Sijue's, her smooth skin rubbing against him, causing Ye Sijue to tremble all over.

He quickly withdrew his hand, his cold eyes seeming to want to kill: "This is my last warning to you. If you follow me again, don't blame me for being rude to you."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, a sly glint appeared in Fu Ying's exquisite eyes, and she quickly hugged his arm tightly: "You're being rude to me? How are you being rude to me? Ye Sijue, you really have no conscience. I saved you, and you're still being so mean to me..."

Her soft, sweet voice was like melting spring water, and her delicate body rubbed against Ye Sijue's back as if she were clinging to him.

Ye Sijue felt as if an electric current was running through his body, and even his toes suddenly curled up.

The next moment, as if he had been violently provoked, he turned around and grabbed Fuying's neck tightly: "Fuying, I'm warning you! Don't think that just because I saved you in the past, you can do whatever you want to me! The thing I hate most in this life is women. If you dare to follow me again, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life!"

After saying that, he abruptly threw the lintel on the ground and turned to leave.

"Hey! Ye Sijue!" Fu Ying struggled to get up from the ground, but couldn't see Ye Sijue at all.

In that instant, she felt as if her heart had been hollowed out by a knife, a painful emptiness.

She bit her lip hard, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes: "Ye Sijue, have I really embarrassed you this much? If you really hate me that much, why did you save me in the first place?"

A wave of grief washed over her, and Fuying collapsed to the ground, ignoring the pain from her wounds.

The image of Ye Sijue saving her years ago flashed through her mind, and a self-deprecating smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

At that time, she really thought she had seen a god.

He was handsome and aloof, yet exuded an arrogant and distant air, almost like a god descended to earth.

A wave of sadness surged through Fuying's chest, but she forced herself to endure the pain and leaned against the tree.

She still has injuries, and although she has taken medication, she still needs to rest.

Ye Sijue no longer wanted her, and she seemed to be all alone again.

As darkness fell, although the drug Gu Momo had given Fu Ying had worn off, her head was still spinning. The vast darkness enveloped the entire forest, and a terrifying atmosphere gradually enveloped her.

Fu Ying clapped her hands, got up from the ground, and muttered, "Ye Sijue, you bastard, you really have the heart to leave me here alone. I think you're a big bad guy!"

Suddenly, she heard a sound like something being crushed on the ground behind her. She gripped the dagger in her hand warily and walked over step by step.

Just as she reached the tree trunk, a sharp dagger was pointed at her throat.

She didn't dare to move, and instantly raised her hands, moving them according to the position of the other person's dagger.

With the knife's sharpness, the man only needed to make a light slit to cut her throat.

A murderous glint flashed in Fu Ying's eyes. Just as she was about to make a move, Ye Sijue's icy voice came from behind her:

"This medicine I found for you is much more effective than the one you have on you. Apply it and leave immediately, don't follow me anymore!"

The moment Ye Sijue's voice entered her ears, Fu Ying was both surprised and delighted. She quickly turned her head:

"It's you! Ye Sijue, so you didn't leave after all?"

Ye Sijue's cold, stern voice was chilling and terrifying: "Don't move if you don't want to die!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look down at her wounds, and even took out the medicine to help Ying apply it.

This subtle movement made Fu Ying feel like countless fireworks were exploding in her chest. She smiled like a kitten who had stolen some cream and quickly hugged Ye Sijue tightly, letting him apply the medicine for her.

Although Ye Sijue's movements were not skilled, he was cautious, and he was extremely careful with every move.

Seeing this subtle movement clearly, Fuying's eyes and brows were full of smiles, and she happily bit her lip:

"I knew you wouldn't abandon me."

Ye Sijue did not answer, but spun the dagger back into his palm and casually threw the medicine on the ground with his other hand.

He said coldly, "Go down the mountain by following this path. Go back, don't follow me!"

With that, he strode away, his long legs carrying him with great strides.

Fu Ying's heart leaped into her throat, and she quickly chased after him, asking, "Where are you going?"

"It's none of your business. I told you, don't follow me!" His tone became even more serious.

Fu Ying knew his temperament and didn't dare to argue with him. Ye Sijue was unpredictable; he could be unhappy or ignore people in an instant.

She could only obediently follow behind her down the mountain, occasionally stealing a glance at Ye Sijue along the way.