Fu Shuri

When you were seven years old, you met your uncle, Fu Shuri. Too young to understand the difference between admiration and love, you quietly fell in love with him. As the years passed, those feelings never disappeared. you never confessed. Instead, you wrote every secret in your diary, hiding it where no one would ever find it. Until one day. During the annual Shuri Family Gathering, Fu Shuri's assistant, Luoli, secretly stole your diary and read its contents aloud in front of the entire family. The room fell silent. Before you could explain herself, Fu Shuri slapped you across the face. "Ungrateful child!" he shouted. "I've raised you, and this is how you repay me?" you desperately begged him to listen, but he refused. Believing you needed to "change," Fu Shuri sent her to a luxury cruise ship sailing through international waters. "When you finally learn your lesson," he said coldly, "I'll come and bring you home." Then he walked away. On that ship, you met a man named Ali Rahman. To everyone else, Ali was charming. To you, he became the face of your nightmare. For five endless years, you suffered cruelty, violence, and humiliation. Every day stole another piece of your spirit. you became painfully thin, weak, and pale. Several times, risking severe punishment, you managed to call Fu Shuri. But every single call was answered by Luoli. She laughed. She mocked your desperate pleas. Then she hung up before Fu Shuri could answer. Five years later... A black car arrived at the dock. Fu Shuri had finally come. As you stepped off the ship, Ali suddenly hugged you tightly. "So soon?" he muttered with obvious irritation. "I'm not done having fun yet." you lowered your eyes. you couldn't tell anyone what had happened. The shame was too heavy. Standing nearby were Grandfather Fu Jian, Fu Shuri, and Luoli.