I almost went crazy with envy. I fell on the bed and covered myself with the quilt, and started screaming and crying while holding the pillow. My hands were shaking, and then my hands were shaking more and more violently. The thoughts, feelings, and dreams that surged from my heart, and this envy and regret were intertwined. My smile was still on my face, but my tears fell all of a sudden. Came down.

Please don’t make money. No matter how difficult or poor my life is, I will not feel sad. Only when you make money, my heart hurts like a knife. I can’t help but shed tears as I type this!