For the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mom and Dad bought me mooncakes for the first time.

They were sickeningly sweet, yet it was the only sweetness I had tasted in seven years.

But after I finished eating them, I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, two men with tattooed arms were standing by my bed. One of them picked up a note from the bed and spat.

"The two broke-asses ran off and left this bad investment to cover their debt."

The other man kicked the foot of the bed in disgust.

"What's a seven-year-old little brat worth? She's so unlucky even selling her to some old bachelor in the backwoods as a child bride would be a bad omen!"

I didn't cry. I didn't make a scene.

As they stared in shock, I slowly climbed out of bed and tugged on one of the men's pant legs.

"Mister, I'm willing to go."

I didn't want to be abandoned again.