Before the holiday, I met a 32-year-old sister in the stock market. We've been talking for almost a year, from candlestick charts to life, from financial reports to late-night confessions, with a chemistry that feels like we've known each other for half a lifetime.

Today, she suddenly said she wanted to meet up. I hesitated for half an hour holding my phone, then replied: “You have a family, I just graduated a few years ago, I’m afraid I’ll hold you back.” She laughed and sent a voice message: “Just treat it as meeting an online friend, don’t overthink it.” I impulsively agreed.
We exchanged photos; she’s wearing a white shirt, standing under a cherry blossom tree, with gentle eyes and a soft smile—my hidden ideal type I’ve never dared to admit. She’s in a neighboring city, we agreed to meet at a quiet bar by the river, because it’s peaceful and good for talking.
I arrived half an hour early, sitting by the window, repeatedly refreshing her Moments, worried that her beauty filter might make her look very different from real life. Until a black Maybach S-Class pulled up at the door, and I saw her open the car door—more radiant than in her photos, her long hair gently blown by the river breeze, instantly capturing my heart.
She waved at me with a smile, and as she sat down, she carried a faint scent of cedarwood. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might jump out of my throat. She ordered a non-alcoholic Mojito, knowing I couldn’t drink, helping me peel oranges and blocking the waiter from handing me drinks—her concern was obvious in her eyes.
After dinner, she insisted on seeing me back to my apartment. When the car stopped downstairs, she suddenly turned and asked, “What do you think of this car?” I stared at the three-pointed star on the steering wheel and honestly said, “It looks good, but I can’t even afford the down payment.”
She leaned in, her warm breath brushing past my ear, her voice as soft as the river breeze: “If you want it, buy Ethereum that doubles by 2026. I only trust $ETH .”