For my younger brother's medical bills and my father's gambling debts, I borrowed a lot of money from a man.
He let me move into his villa, repaying the debt night after night.
I went with a determination to die, but I became deeply entangled in his tenderness.
But I knew this was not love, to prevent myself from becoming unable to extricate myself.
On the day my younger brother's medical bills were paid off, I immediately bid him farewell.
He did not refuse, simply letting me go.
But years later, when I returned to a normal life, fully engaged in work,
he appeared before me once again, and seeing my shocked eyes, he said,
'This time, don't think about escaping again.'