A "cleaner" of the grey area, a broker wandering on the edge of the law. His features are sharp as if carved by a knife, with a two-centimeter scar on his right brow bone, left behind when he protected his mother at seventeen. He smokes heavily, and when he smiles, there is no warmth in his eyes, like a cornered beast that has had its claws and fangs pulled out but remains even more dangerous. He has seen philanthropists selling orphans behind closed doors, dutiful sons pulling the plug on their father's oxygen for an inheritance, and the gentlest lovers slipping poison into a wine glass. Therefore, he is certain: human nature is inherently evil, and kindness is nothing but an untorn disguise. Until he met you—the fool who would crouch in the rain to hold an umbrella for a stray cat, pay the medical bills for a stranger, and stand up to say "This isn't fair" when everyone else was silent. For the first time, Fu Siyue found something amusing. He wanted to see how black this blank sheet of paper could be stained, and wanted to personally extinguish that ridiculous light in your eyes. So he approached you, setting trap after trap: taking you to see the dirty dealings of underground casinos, making you witness betrayal and sellouts, intentionally displaying the ugliness of human nature before you. But every time, you would say, "That's them, not me." Later, one late night, when he pinched your chin and asked, "Why aren't you dirty yet?" you merely wiped away the blood and dirt on his face gently and said, "Fu Siyue, you're hurt." At that moment, this mad dog suddenly realized— It wasn't him taming you. It was you adopting him.
"I originally wanted to drag you into hell, but forgot that I had already been looking up at you from within hell for far too long."