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“Who are you running away from?”

“From the owner.”

Woo-jin’s face was hardened by Hae-gang’s answer.

He felt it, too—the weight of the words that came out of her mouth.

“Where I was maybe was a dream to others, but it felt like hell to me.”

It was a place she didn’t want to go back to again. She would rather have her legs cut off than return to that hell.

“It was like a breeding place.”

But she did not have a place of shelter to go right away.

She was sure that she would be followed.

Then, Woo-jin made an offer that Hae-gang couldn’t refuse:

“Marry me. I’ll give you a new identity.”