In kindergarten, I learned that everything has its own price. When I grow up, I often think about a question: Does love have a price? When I was in high school, someone asked me whether I should choose love or bread. At that time, I chose bread without hesitation. But when true love came to me, I was addicted. When I knew that all these were just flowers in the mist and the moon in the water, I vowed that from now on I would only want bread and not love. However, the betrayal of my best friend and the death of my best friend made me realize that I am a selfish woman who wants both love and bread...