At 3 AM on #牛市季来临 , Li Mo stared at the K-line chart, his finger trembling. On the screen, Bitcoin's red waterfall suddenly turned into a dazzling bullish candle, like a red-hot iron branding through his three months of gloom.

"Is the bull here?" The group exploded with messages. He recalled the small position he had obtained by mortgaging his electric bike last week, and the sound of his wife slamming the door was still ringing in his ears.

The market software started lagging, with numbers jumping at a speed of five digits per second. He frantically clicked on the withdrawal button, but was prompted that the system was busy. Outside, dawn was approaching, and his phone buzzed incessantly, filled with messages about "bottom fishing" and "all in".

When the first ray of sunlight hit the screen, the familiar balance number had two extra zeros behind it. He fished out a crumpled cigarette, but the lighter wouldn't ignite no matter what.