Raising Silkworms and Refining Gu from Mount Hundred Thousand

Sorry, I broke my promise.

Recently, my family encountered some situations. I realized what it means to make money like pulling out silk and spend money like running water.

Since graduating from college, the money I saved has been drained in one go (I don’t speculate in stocks, nor do I have bad habits such as gambling).

It’s just that my family needs money, and I just happen to have it, and then it’s gone, omitting the process.

My mentality has exploded.

I wanted to continue in the middle, but I really can’t continue.

I don’t promise to make up for it later, such empty words.

This book has good results. It’s not that I can’t continue writing because I don’t make money. It’s my problem.

Sometimes I really feel unbalanced and wonder why I have to encounter such things.

Some people’s lives are all about tolerance, but I don’t seem to have tolerance.

Maybe my only bad habit is staying up late. I usually play games and have almost no expenses.

I have been writing books for several years. Last year, I finally wrote a book that was worth writing, and then Wuyang, and I broke down. This year is even worse.

This book was put on the shelves without any danger. I thought it would get better and better, but there were a lot of bad things in my life.

I don't make mistakes, but someone else makes mistakes for me, and I have to cover for them.

I can't stand it anymore, please forgive me for starting.

The road is long, we will meet again if we are destined to meet.

I wish you all the best and all your wishes come true.