Fu Ying quietly looked at Uncle Mu. He possessed a composure that other servants in the manor lacked, and he even seemed to have a better relationship with Ye Sijue.

Everyone here is afraid of Ye Sijue, except for Uncle Mou, whom they genuinely respect and care for.

Fu Ying wasn't sure if Uncle Mou would talk to her, but she decided to try anyway, "Uncle Mou, has Ye Sijue always been like this?"

What does "Miss Fuying" refer to?

Fu Ying narrowed her eyes: "Heh, he's like a heartless walking corpse."

“Miss Fuying, no one is born a good person, nor is anyone born a bad person. If you knew everything Mr. Si had been through, perhaps you wouldn’t think of him that way. Just like what he forced you to do just now, he also endured it when he was very young.”

Fu Ying was surprised that Uncle Mou was willing to talk to him, and continued to ask, "Could it be that someone forced him to kill people with a bow and arrow before?"

Uncle Mou nodded. "Young Master has lived under the cruel rules of the Dark Moon Organization since he was a child. For him, his world consists only of strict rules and cruel methods, because once the vicious competition in the Dark Moon Organization stops, death awaits him. Miss Fuying, perhaps you cannot understand everything Young Master did just now, but from beginning to end, he was only trying to force that assassin to tell the truth, not really wanting to kill that woman."

Fu Ying clutched the blanket tightly to her chest, her heart feeling as if it had been struck hard, making it hard to breathe.

"But why does he insist on forcing me?"

Uncle Mou paused for a moment without speaking. After a long while, he said calmly, "Miss Fuying, you are the first woman Mr. Si brought back to the manor. I watched him grow up since he was a child, and I know that you are special to him."

Hearing this, Fu Ying found it laughable. "Different from others? In Ye Sijue's eyes, I'm probably even more worthless than those other women. Have you ever seen someone who loves you but forces you to kill someone?"

"Perhaps he just needs your empathy for his past experiences. Our young master is actually..."

"Uncle Mou!" Before the butler could finish speaking, Ye Sijue's voice rang out from behind.

Uncle Mou dared not say anything more and turned to leave the room.

Ye Sijue frowned as he looked at the haggard figure on the bed. Just as he was about to approach the bedside, Fu Ying instinctively took a step back and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.

"Are you that afraid of me?" Ye Sijue's expression was somewhat hurt.

Fuying refused to speak to him, her eyes filled with stubbornness and resentment.

"Fuying, how long do you intend to keep making a scene with me like this?"

"When will you let me go?" Fu Ying asked rhetorically, his intentions clear.

Ye Sijue sneered, "Are you trying to negotiate with me?"

"Ye Sijue, please let me go, I'm begging you." Fu Ying had never yielded to him before, but this time, her soft pleading voice made Ye Sijue's heart ache inexplicably.

"Don't even think about it. From today onwards, I won't let you leave here even for a moment." Ye Sijue got up, placed a bottle of medicine for treating bruises and sprains on the bedside table, and turned to leave.

Fu Ying glanced at the medicine bottle by the bedside, then at the cut on her palm from the arrow wound: Did he come here specifically to bring me medicine?

Thinking of this, Fu Ying couldn't help but laugh at himself. How could a prisoner, a woman locked up here who only needed to satisfy his physical needs when he was lonely and empty, possibly be someone he cared about so much?

She admitted that her previous understanding of Ye Sijue was too superficial.

At this moment, after experiencing all of this, her love for Ye Sijue had long since turned into fear and dread. This unfathomable man was no longer the older brother she once loved.

She had to find a way to get out of this awful place! To get out of Ye Sijue's place!

When Ye Sijue came out of the room, Uncle Mou was still standing at the door.

"Is there something you want to say?" Ye Sijue lowered his head, rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, and his face was as cold as ice.

“A new batch of roses has just bloomed at the manor. I was wondering if we should put some in Miss Fuying’s room; it might cheer her up,” Uncle Mou suggested.

He could tell that Ye Sijue liked Fuying.

However, having grown up without a mother and having experienced such a cruel childhood, the young master did not understand how to express his love, nor did he understand how to love someone in a way that was good for her.

In his heart, love is possession, it's about keeping her by his side no matter what.

Ye Sijue lowered his eyes in thought. When he thought of the roses that appeared in front of Fuying, her innocent smile and his gaze softened considerably.

"She's been locked up long enough; let's transplant those flowers to the back garden."

"yes."

Uncle Mou is always very efficient. Within three hours of Ye Sijue giving the order, he arranged for people to transplant all the blooming roses to the backyard.

The backyard, which originally had only a few swaying green plants, has now been transformed into a sea of ​​flowers. When the wind blows, it seems to stir up a dark red wave. In the very center of the yard, there is a rectangular Western-style dining table, with exquisite tableware placed at both ends of the table.

Ye Sijue stood on the balcony, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He was already imagining whether Fu Ying would stop being angry with him after seeing the rose banquet he had meticulously prepared.

He changed into a suit, stood at the door of Fuying's bedroom for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to push the door open.

The person on the bed seemed to still be asleep, the blankets were bulging. He walked over softly, "Get up, I'll take you somewhere."

The person inside the blanket remained motionless and unresponsive.

"Fuying?" he called again, but there was still no response, and a bad feeling immediately arose in his heart.

After lifting the covers, he discovered that there was only a pillow inside, and Fuying had somehow climbed down the balcony and escaped.

In the mountains outside the manor, Fuying was exhausted and out of breath, but she dared not stop.

Over the past few days, she had observed the group of bodyguards patrolling downstairs. Around 12 o'clock, there would be a ten-minute break between shifts, and she seized this opportunity to climb down from the balcony and hide in the greenery outside the manor.

She didn't know when Ye Sijue would discover she was gone, so she had to race against time to get as far away from the villa as possible.

But now she was penniless and had no means of communication. She didn't even know where she was or how to get back to her apartment in Country C.

Just as Fuying was too tired to run any further and was resting against a tree branch, she heard hurried footsteps in the distance, and the wind rustled the green plants on the grass.

"They've caught up with us!" Fu Ying didn't dare to delay any longer. She propped herself up and continued on her way.