Feng Guang has never understood Qi Wei. She doesn't understand him now, and she will understand him even less in the future. The more she tries to get closer to him, the more she will find herself getting more and more panic from him.

She had a nightmare in which she tried to run away but lost both her legs. A man gently stroked her face and said, "You can't run away anymore."

She tried to end her life with broken glass, and then she lost both hands. He remained as gentle as ever, and the deep affection in his eyes almost drove her to despair.

"No one can take you away, not even yourself."

No matter how tender or sweet his words were, he always managed to instill in her an indescribable fear.

Then, she woke up.

She sat up in bed. The man beside her was gone. Feng Guang's head was throbbing. She coughed several times. She remembered that she had caught a cold. That was why Qi Wei hadn't continued to take her to his office like a personal doll. He had examined her and found that she had a heat-related cold and needed to rest.

She got out of bed, looked at the closed door, and tentatively grasped the doorknob. As always, the door was locked. She wasn't disappointed; she was used to it.

The cold not only raised her body temperature but also made her feel dizzy and lightheaded. Fengguang opened the window, and the cold wind blowing in made her feel better and cleared her head considerably.

Qi Wei's absence gave her a sense of breathing space. Yes, that's right. During this time, he had been treating her gently. Any woman would be moved by such a man, and she was no exception.

Feng Guang never denied that she liked him, but it was just liking, not love. Qi Wei was indeed her ideal type, and it would be difficult for her not to like him. However, love and liking are different, not to mention that after learning his identity, she could never put this liking above her fear.

No one could be so at ease becoming his so-called partner after knowing he was someone who would kill for no apparent reason.

Feng Guang wasn't as glamorous as she seemed, nor was she as carefree as she appeared. She was an ordinary person; she was afraid of death and also afraid of situations beyond her control.

It would have been better if Qi hadn't simply killed her, instead of living in a state of bewilderment, constantly wondering if he would kill her one day.

Another gust of wind rose.

Feng Guang's eyes suddenly focused. She saw a ship, a ship heading towards the shore. Almost immediately, she thought it must be someone from the Xia family!

She's been missing for too long; her parents won't just abandon her!

Suddenly inspired, she pulled out her nail clippers from her bag, tore the sheets and duvet cover apart, tied the strips together, tied one end to the foot of the bed, and threw the other end out the window. She had thought of this method a long time ago, but it was useless even if she could escape the room, so she had never tried it. But now it was different.

The scenery faded, and she walked barefoot on the ground covered with fallen leaves. She didn't know how she, who was still sick, suddenly had such strength. All she knew was that if she missed this opportunity, she might never be able to go back.

She knew the way to the coast very well because every day when she stood by the window, she would look at the terrain and wait for the day when she could run away. Actually, going down the mountain was more difficult than going up, but it didn't matter if her feet were scratched and bled by thorns, as long as she could get out of here... nothing else mattered.