I went to loan sharks. Relatives and friends dodged me the moment they saw me coming.
I had no other choice. So I sold myself.
I went to find Third Master—the man who had tricked me into The Underground all those years ago.
I promised that if he'd give me three hundred thousand, I would follow him wholeheartedly and work for him for the rest of my life.
After hearing my offer, Third Master laughed so hard he couldn't straighten his back. He looked at me with contempt.
"With that plain face of yours, you think you're worth three hundred thousand?"
He sized me up from top to bottom, his eyes calculating.
"Three hundred thousand to buy a person isn't worth it. But to buy some face—now that's worth it."
"I just don't know if you're willing."
To me back then, as long as I could save Serena's life, I would agree to anything.
Even if it meant hurting her.
To satisfy Third Master's twisted sense of entertainment, I lied to Serena and told her I'd fallen in love with another woman.
I made Serena kneel to me in public.
I posted her humble, helpless image online.
I used every vicious method I could think of to hurt her.
During that time, Serena really humbled herself to the extreme.