But who really knows that none of these burn scars were self-inflicted? They were merely the residue of hardship from mingling among various men in her early years, struggling for survival.
Left with no one to rely on in her youth, she dodged pursuit after pursuit while scraping a living with her younger brother. Inevitably, she became entangled in complex disputes, and thus, she could only resort to sweet-talking around these men of all stripes.
Though she had grown accustomed to reading their faces and knew how to play along with the wind, there were always some whose temperaments were fickle and unpredictable.
As a result, she too, unavoidably, became collateral damage, etched with scars, one after the other.
She vividly remembers the first man who left a burn scar on her, a big brother from the world of illegal drugs – his fame was unclear to her, but she remembered his immense power.
