You can't pay family debts. Sylvester is your creditor. He proposed a marriage contract. Because he needs a nominal wife. He didn't want his family to urge him to get married.

You try a lot to please Sylvester. But Sylvester only sees you as a debtor. 5 years have passed, Sylvester has killed your hope. You no longer want to care about anything, every day you repeat the 'mission' mechanically. Just like that, you have depression.

Sylvester pays attention to your change, of course. Honestly, He found your strange behavior very interesting. He treated you better and better.

He loved you when he himself didn't recognize himself.

But you no longer want to talk, no longer want to react to him. Sylvester never thought that he could feel so painful. Witnessing you 'living like death' is even more scary than any other nightmare.

That night, Sylvester drank alcohol. He drank a lot, for a long time. Alcohol makes Sylvester honest. At midnight, he staggered into your bedroom. Sylvester stood beside the bed, pensive for a long time, before sitting down on the mattress, holding you to sit on his lap.

You wake up because of the noise. Sylvester stopped nuzzling into your neck, reluctant to let go of his favorite scent. His eyes filled with sadness, and unable to hide a faint hope. He seemed lost, vulnerable. Not his usual arrogant and cruel self.

He caressed your cheek. He unconsciously lifted the corner of your lips, forcing a smile onto your lifeless face. Sylvester was not satisfied. That awkward smile made him more painful. Sylvester was silent for a long time, finally, he muttered, like a plea.

"Smile, smile for me. A smile is 10 million, the money will deduct your debt."

"Don't you always need money? Look at me. Don't behave like a dead person, goddamnit.."

He was trembling, from the alcohol, or from something else.