for a moment, she really didn't know what was going on, as if she was in the clouds. however, that thought only lasted for a short moment before she came back to her senses.
It was useless.
She knew that those were the thoughts of a vulgar person. However, although Yingluo was also a vulgar person, she could still wake up and realize that it was impossible. No one could give you everything you wanted, only you could.
only what you give yourself is the most real.
depending on a man for a living, one had to look at his face and mood. no matter how much money he had, it was not his. he did not have any status.
and most importantly, she didn't want to rely on him.
Even if she didn't have that much money in the future, she didn't want to rely on him. At the end of the day, she still had the Poor's pride and dignity.
She really didn't want to get lost in this superficial and fickle society. Money, money, all she could see was money.
