Rain pours like a flood. Thunder cracks. I kneel in the mud. My knees ache sharply. Before me is Xie Wang's car. A black Maybach. Like a dormant beast. The window slides down halfway. Revealing his cold profile. And that hand playing with a lighter. "Beg me." The voice is soft. But like an ice pick. Piercing my eardrums. I look up. Rain blurs my eyes. I can’t see his expression. I only smell blood. From my tightly clenched fists. Nails digging into flesh. It hurts. But not a ten-thousandth as much as my heart. Three days ago. My stepmother sold me to that old pervert. For fifty thousand. To buy a wedding house for my brother. I ran. Covered in scars. At a dead end. I could only find Xie Wang. The craziest "Yama" of the Beijing circle. And the first love I once dumped. "Xie Wang." I call his name. My voice is terribly hoarse. "I want money." "I want my life." He laughs. The smile doesn't reach his eyes. The lighter clicks. A flam...