I was born into a fortune teller's words.
He said that I was "destined to have a younger brother", so I was allowed to live, and the price was set at five thousand - this was an advance payment in exchange for a bride price for my younger brother in the future.
When I was sixteen, my father accepted money from a bachelor from a neighboring village, and my price was honored for the first time.
I knelt on the ground and begged for a long time before I got a glimmer of hope.
Then I met a man who I thought was salvation and love.
Until he drank the cup of medicine for me, smiled and counted another thicker stack of banknotes, and nodded and bowed to the buyer: "Please inspect the goods."
That's when I realized that my price had gone up.
But I don't believe in fate, I just want to live my own life.
