And after Leon grabbed and took her in his arms and he took her home although Yun La struggling against him he didn`t let her go.
Once they get home Leon put Yun Lan on bed and after he takes some handcuffs
The click of the iron cuffs echoed harshly through the silence of the room. Yun Lan flinched as the cold metal circled her wrists again, locking her to the bedpost. Leon's dark eyes met hers, burning with unspoken emotion.
"I warned you, Lan," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You try to run again, and I won't go easy on you. This is for your safety."
She didn't respond. Her eyes stared defiantly back, but deep inside, guilt twisted her heart. She knew he loved her, in his own twisted, obsessive way—but she couldn't stop now. Not with the pull of that other world calling her so fiercely.
He sighed, his features softening for a moment. Then, a knock interrupted them. One of Leon's assistants stepped into the room.
"Sir, there's trouble at your main estate. You're needed urgently."
Leon's jaw clenched. His eyes flicked back to Yun Lan. She was sitting upright in bed, cuffed to the headboard, her wrists resting on a silk pillow. Her hooded eyes watched him silently.
He walked over to her, cupping her face gently. "Stay here. Don't move. I'll be back soon."
He leaned in, pressing a short, lingering kiss to her lips. The touch was possessive, warm, and frighteningly tender.
Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.
Yun Lan didn't waste a second.
As soon as the footsteps faded, she sat upright, testing the strength of the cuffs. They were tight, but not impossible. Her wrists ached, the skin already red from the constant friction. Gritting her teeth, she twisted her hands in a slow, practiced motion, recalling how she'd slipped out once before.
Minutes passed. Her breath quickened with each failed attempt. Sweat dotted her brow.
And then—click.
One hand slipped free.
With shaking fingers, she unlatched the second shackle and sat up fully, rubbing her sore wrists. She grabbed the satchel she had hidden beneath the floorboard earlier—containing a water flask, dried fruit, her dagger, and a note she had written the night before, just in case she had to run again.
She placed the letter carefully on the pillow:
Leon, I'm sorry. We might not see each other for a few days. Please don't be angry. I'll be safe. I promise.
Without another glance back, she crept out through the window.
The sun was dipping low over the horizon, casting long shadows across the garden. Yun Lan moved quickly and silently, slipping around the edge of the estate, until she reached the back gate.
The horse was still there.
Without hesitation, she untied it, mounted quickly, and urged it into a gallop toward the forest.
Her heart thundered in her chest. She knew the way now—past the withered oak, along the river's edge, through the clearing, until she reached the field with the hidden pit. The place where it had all started.
When she arrived, the sun was nearly gone.
She dismounted and fell to her knees beside the grassy mound, panting. Her veins were glowing again—red and blue, pulsing softly beneath her skin. The mark on her chest shimmered faintly, as if responding to something nearby.
She tied the horse to a tree and pulled out the rope.
With a deep breath, she descended into the dark hole once again.
The air was damp and cold inside the tunnel, but her steps were sure. The walls glowed faintly, the same magical energy calling her forward like a song from another time.
She reached the cave beneath the waterfall. The water glistened in the moonlight above, and she stepped beneath its curtain, letting the cold splash over her before walking toward the familiar stone wall.
It was still there. The ancient stone shimmered slightly in the moonlight.
Without hesitation, Yun Lan placed her palm against it. Her mark glowed.
The wall slid open.
And there it was again—the same strange tree glowing in the distance.
But this time, something else caught her eye.
A mirror.
Tall, oval, framed in silver vines. It shimmered with an unnatural light.
She approached slowly, mesmerized.
When she looked into it, she saw not just her reflection—but memories. Moments from a life she didn't fully remember: A little girl running through the same forest. A woman in a glowing robe calling her name. A black horse with white streaks galloping across a moonlit field.
Trembling, she reached out and touched the glass.
Her fingers passed through.
She gasped, pulling back—but something inside her screamed to go forward.
Heart pounding, Yun Lan stepped into the mirror.
It was like falling through water, like tumbling through stars.
When she landed, it was on soft grass.
She blinked up at a sky unlike anything she had seen—pale lilac clouds floated across a golden sky, and cherry blossom trees with glowing pink leaves swayed in the breeze.
She had crossed into another world.
A whisper of wind brushed past her, and a low sound came from behind.
She turned quickly.
There, standing tall and majestic, was a horse—jet black, with a white mane and intelligent eyes. It stepped forward slowly, snorting gently, its hooves barely making a sound.
Yun Lan approached with caution, her hand extended.
The horse lowered its head, letting her touch its nose.
Then it knelt—bowed, as if inviting her to ride.
With her heart racing, Yun Lan climbed onto its back. The horse rose gracefully and began to walk, carrying her deeper into the glowing forest.
She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she was meant to be here.
Meanwhile, back at the estate—
Leon returned hours later, weary and furious. He stormed through the front door, his assistant trailing behind him.
He barely greeted Yun Lan's grandmother before bolting up the stairs.
He opened the door.
The bed was empty.
Only the letter remained.
He snatched it, eyes scanning the words.
His hand clenched into a fist. He threw the letter across the room and slammed his fist into the wall, cracking the wood.
"She ran again," he growled, voice low and dangerous. "That foolish girl!"
He turned to his assistant. "Get everyone. I want the roads watched. Search the forests, the rivers—everywhere. Bring her back to me. I don't care how."
"Yes, sir," the assistant said quickly before running out.
Leon turned toward the hallway—and saw Yun Lan's grandmother standing there.
"Tell me what she's hiding from me," he snapped. "Tell me the truth."
The old woman's face paled, but she straightened her back.
"She has power, Leon. An ancient one. It chose her. That mark on her chest isn't just decoration—it's a symbol of her lineage. There's another world tied to her blood. That's why she's being pulled away."
Leon's jaw tightened. "Why didn't she tell me?"
"Because she's scared. Of you. Of what you might do when you know the truth."
His eyes darkened, and he stormed out of the room.
Back in the strange realm, the horse carried Yun Lan across fields of glowing flowers. She felt a strange peace settle over her, but also guilt.
Leon… I lied to you again. I ran. But I have to know the truth. About who I am. About this world.
She rubbed her arms, suddenly aware of how quiet it had become.
A twig snapped behind her.
She froze.
Someone was following her.
She looked around—but saw nothing.
Still, the hairs on her neck stood on end.
She wasn't alone anymore.
And this time, she wasn't sure if the one following her was friend or foe.