A Wealthy Person's Taste Is Truly Unique

Life was like a dream. In dreams, there were good things and bad things.

For several days in a row, Nelly felt as if she were living in a dream, and nothing seemed quite real.

Lin Qi bought her some "worthless little trinkets," as he called them. But no matter how worthless they were, they were still incredibly expensive to Nelly.

Such as the snow-white bearskin coat she had seen in countless shop windows. The specially treated white fur billowed outward, soft and plush, and when she put it on, she looked as if she had turned into a giant snowball.

Every time she passed a shop window displaying that coat, she would stop and admire it for a while.

Every girl had countless colorful dreams, and she did too. But she also knew that this was not a dream she could fulfill. Not every dream came true.

More often than not, the only dreams that came true were nightmares.

At tens of thousands of yuan, she would have needed another twenty or thirty years of her current income before she could wear it.

Yet over these astonishing few days, she had put it on decades ahead of time.

The soft fur made her want to hug herself every moment. It was so comfortable that its gentle, silky texture could make anyone forget the passage of time.

She had also acquired all kinds of jewelry and accessories.

What surprised her even more was that Lin Qi had bought her so many things, yet had not given her any money.

Strange, wasn't it?

That was what she thought too. She had given so much of herself, and although she had indeed received many fine things, why was Lin Qi unwilling to give her even a little money to improve her life?