The servant went out and closed the door.
Silence fell in the room, leaving only the half-open window frame.
The wind blew in, and the candle flame flickered.
Young Master Su sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, staring at the four plates of cactus on the ground, wishing he could glare them into ashes.
There was originally nothing wrong with them, but because he resisted a bit, not only did he have to be tied up, he also had to tie himself, and now there were eight more pots of cactus.
Just like that!
His father still claimed to be respecting his choice.
Tears sparkled in the corners of Young Master Su's eyes.
Thinking about how his elder brother went through the same thing, Young Master Su wiped his eyes, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.
Doing nothing would mean being pricked awake by the cactus at night.
Young Master Su looked at the rope.
It was sturdy and long.
But it wasn't enough.
However, it didn't matter, there were ropes and a knife in his room.
