I was originally a money-worshiping girl, and my dream was to marry a rich man, someone who could make me $10,000 a day to see how strong I was. Unexpectedly, by chance, I fell in love with a man who would spend half the price on my second cup of Mali Whirlwind with me every day. It's a miscalculation, that's okay. Whatever you gain, you must give up. At least I had sweet love. But one day later, I discovered that I couldn't even count the zeros in this guy's bank card balance. I:?
