My own father sold me to Huo Ye, the rough man at the head of the village, for five hundred yuan.

Everyone said that once I fell into his hands, I wouldn’t live three months.

On our wedding night, he stared at me for a long time.

I was inters**. In other people’s eyes, that made me a monster.

“Don’t… don’t look.”

“What are you crying for? I paid good money for you. Serving me isn’t some injustice.”

I thought he saw me as nothing but a plaything.

And the truth was, I saw myself that way too.

I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a fuss. I obediently stayed by his side.

Later, I found out I was pregnant-right as the woman he’d never gotten over returned to the city.

I left behind the neatest note I’d ever written in my life: “We’re even now.”

Then, carrying his child, I ran overnight to the southern Special Economic Zone.

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