When we met for the first time, he was a thin and poor student. I didn't know him well, so I didn't want to spend his money. We went to the supermarket and came out empty-handed, walking on the street.
After that, Rock fell in love with me, who was kind and pure.
From then on, he would bring me a large bottle filled with water every time we went on a date.
Five years had passed, and I hadn't drunk coffee or beverages since.
To please me, Rock worked part-time for several months to earn enough money to buy the big diamond ring on my hand.
"I had no money left after buying the ring, but I wanted to fulfill your dream of having a romantic proposal. Olivia, please help me."
"How?"
Rock's answer made me feel that he had changed.
"You can register an account, and we'll act together. My sister has connections, and maybe we can even sell goods through livestreaming."
I took out the diamond ring and threw it on the ground, interrupting this man who was becoming more and more excited as he spoke.
"Why are you so sure that I will cooperate with you? Because of this fake diamond ring?"
This morning, one of my classmates who owned a jewelry store posted a comment on my Instagram.