For my brother's medical bills and my father's gambling debts, I borrowed a lot of money from a man.
He let me stay in his villa, repaying the debt night after night.
I went with the determination to die, but found myself deeply entangled in his tenderness.
However, I knew this wasn't love, and to prevent myself from becoming too involved.
The day I gathered enough for my brother's medical expenses, I immediately bid him farewell.
He did not refuse, simply allowing me to leave.
But years later, when I returned to a normal life and was fully focused on my work,
he appeared in front of me again, looking into my shocked eyes, he said,
"This time, don't think about escaping again."