In the border town, Sandra and Tristan were packing their luggage, ready for their ultimate trip. Sandra couldn't help but take a look at the sky, saying, "It's about to start, Tristan."
"Yeah. I'm sorry that because of me, you have to go through such a dangerous situation." Tristan nodded while putting the clothes inside his bag.
"Why are you saying it like that?" Sandra shook her head. "When I was sold to the slave merchant, I knew that my fate had been sealed. I would either go to the brothel or become a toy of a rich person. It was so awful that I wanted to die before he even got a chance to sell me. That stopped when I saw you…"
