I cried until the end, and I didn't know why I cried.

However, after crying, I was really refreshed, and of course my head hurts even more.

When I put on my clothes and went out, he had cleaned it up and said nothing. He gave me a stack of money, which was very large. I don’t know why he gave me so much money.

But I was not in the mood to ask him, nor did I dare to ask. His temper seemed to be very popular and impatient. The young masters of rich families were like this. We rarely had language communication, and he didn't seem to like talking very much, and I was very afraid of him.

I took the money hunchedly and left.

Of course, I didn't take the jump candy and jelly when I left.

On the way home, I sat in a taxi and looked at the bustling traffic outside the window and the brightly lit high-rise buildings. When I first arrived, I was amazed by the night view of Z City. Now I don’t feel anything. I feel empty and nothing. I just feel desolate and haze. I don’t know what else can be believed in in this world and can last for a long time. Do I get nothing if I don’t have money or power? Do I have no qualifications to talk about happiness if I don’t have money or power?

When I got home, I lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling with my eyes open and crying silently.

I was like a dream, and my soul seemed to have left my head, floating on the ceiling and looking at me. I don’t know what she looked at me, contempt? Poor?

I have the helplessness of accepting my fate. My life can no longer be decided by myself. What else do I mean?

From seeking death to killing the world, to throwing the pot, to being half dead, finally there is silence, a helpless silence, a sad silence, a true silence, and a fateful silence. I feel that I have experienced too many psychological changes in one night, very tired, so tired that I want to die like this.
Chapter completed!