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.

One day, she suddenly said she wanted to meet. I hesitated for half an hour holding my phone, then replied, “You have a family, I just graduated a few years ago, I’m worried I might hold you back.” She responded with a smile and a voice message: “Just treat it as meeting an online friend, don’t overthink it.” I impulsively agreed.

She was wearing a white shirt, standing under a cherry blossom tree, with gentle eyes and a soft smile—my ideal type that I’ve kept hidden in my heart. She’s in a neighboring city, and we agreed to meet at a quiet bar by the river, saying it’s peaceful and good for talking.

I arrived half an hour early, sitting by the window, repeatedly refreshing her social media feed, afraid that her beauty filter might make her look very different from reality. Until a black Maybach S-Class pulled up at the door, and I saw her push open the 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, a faint scent of cedar surrounded her, making my heart race so fast I thought it might jump out of my throat. She ordered a non-alcoholic mojito, saying she knew I couldn’t drink, and throughout the meal, she helped peel oranges and blocked the waiter from serving alcohol, her caring gaze impossible to hide.

After dinner, she insisted on giving me a ride 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 #BTC now. It will multiply ten times by 2060. I only trust it!” I was overjoyed. Turning around, I accidentally bumped my head against the corner of the bed frame. I woke up from the dream—time to go work and earn money to buy more.