The transparent glass shattered into countless pieces with a loud crash, and his fist was instantly cut by the sharp glass. Blood flowed down the protruding bones onto the back of his hand, frightening his subordinate to the point of turning pale.

"Why! Why did she have to leave without saying goodbye? Why won't she tell me where she went!"

Ignoring his hand injury, Ye Sijue punched the wall again and again until the wallpapered wall was covered with bloody marks. His subordinates couldn't bear to watch any longer and rushed up to stop him.

"Young Master Ye! Calm down! Young Master Ye! Even if you cripple your own hand, Miss Fuying won't know!" The subordinate grabbed his arm to stop him from hurting himself any further.

"Get out of my way! Get out of my way!" Ye Sijue flung his hand away, grabbed his collar, and demanded, "Chen Xu, am I really that scary to her? Can't she see how good I've been to her these past few days?"

His subordinate, Jiaxu, looked flustered and dared not say a word in the face of Ye Sijue's questioning.

Having received no response for some time, Ye Sijue's anger, which had reached its peak, suddenly subsided, and he released his grip on Chen Xu's hand.

Chen Xu was pushed aside by him, panting as he looked at Ye Sijue who had finally calmed down. He breathed a sigh of relief, got up, and re-tied his tie, which had been torn off.

Ye Sijue sat on the sofa, his injured hand hanging in the air, blood slowly dripping from his fingers onto the carpet, staining it with small dots.

He seemed completely oblivious to the pain, his eyes unfocused, as if he were lost in thought or in a daze, his entire being devoid of life.

Seeing his master so dejected and depressed, Chen Xu felt terrible.

He shook his head helplessly, turned around to get the first-aid kit to bandage Ye Sijue, when the man's deep and forlorn voice rang out—

"Chen Xu, why do I feel so sad? It's like I've lost something very important, and I feel so empty inside."

Chen Xu stopped and turned around to look at Ye Sijue with heartache.

Over the years, he had followed Ye Sijue and witnessed his ruthless killing, but this was the first time he had seen Ye Shao so self-doubting and self-destructive.

The saying goes that those involved are often confused while bystanders see things clearly. In fact, all of their subordinates and the servants in the manor knew that Young Master Ye had truly fallen in love with Miss Fuying, but he himself seemed to be kept in the dark and unable to see his own heart clearly.

"Young Master Ye, have you ever considered that you actually have feelings for Miss Fuying?"

Ye Sijue's back stiffened, and he slowly raised his head, his deep eyes filled with surprise and belated unease.

"What did you say?"

Gathering his courage, Chen Xu told Ye Sijue what he had always thought: "Young Master Ye, I've followed you for so many years and I've never seen any woman by your side. Whenever a woman tries to get close to you, you always warn her fiercely to stay away. We subordinates once thought you had no interest in women. But you've never been like that with Miss Fuying. Even though you seem to dislike her and often say harsh things to her in public and in private, deep down you still can't help but think about her, worry about her safety, and worry about whether she's doing well."

“I remember once, Miss Fuying secretly came to give you a purse she had embroidered herself. You pretended to be disgusted and threw the purse on the ground in front of her, saying that you didn’t wear such womanly things. Miss Fuying left in tears. But not long after, your subordinates saw a light pink purse in your pocket. Even when you were being hunted by the Emperor-Slaying Alliance, in such a dangerous situation, you would still go to the place you had agreed to meet every week to pick up her letters, just to find out about her situation. In fact, you always had Miss Fuying in your heart.”

Chen Xu's words were like a key, unlocking Ye Sijue's long-sealed memories.

Fu Ying's innocent and sweet face played out in his mind like a movie scene, and her voice lingered in his mind.

"Ye Sijue, do you like wearing scarves? I knitted one for you."

"Ye Sijue, tomorrow is Valentine's Day, shall we spend it together?"

"Why are you always so mean to me? Can't you be a little gentler? I don't owe you any money."

"Ye Sijue, do you really hate me? Will you never like me?"

"Let me tell you, I have a lot of boys chasing after me. If you keep being so mean to me, one day I might just run off with someone else, Ye Sijue. You'll regret it then."

Those scenes played over and over in his mind: streets in Country C covered with maple leaves, Fuying wearing a red, fluffy hat, and a crookedly woven scarf around his neck.

It was in a damp alley after a heavy rain that Fuying stepped into the water in the pond and asked him if he wanted to spend Valentine's Day together.

It was at the dock filled with the sound of ship horns that she came to see him off, crying, as he was about to embark on a long mission.

He kept pushing her away, and she healed herself time and time again, continuing to smile and say that she wanted to like him.

At this moment, Ye Sijue realized that in every time Fu Ying had confessed his love to him, he had long been deeply in love with the girl who had patted her chest and said that she would make him happy.

In his life, apart from his brother, there was no one else he cared about.

Since his brother left, all his emotions seemed to have vanished with him; he felt neither fear nor love.

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