I, Mo Xing, am 23 years old. I graduated from a major in finance. I gave up the offer from one of the four major foreign audit firms in Shenzhen. For the sake of my mother, I returned to my hometown, a small fourth- and fifth-tier city, and joined a bank. After working for five or six years, everyone thought I had everything, like a flower, but only I knew that there was a huge hole, a huge black hole, in my heart. How can a black hole bloom?
Intention: The hole in my heart is that I have never looked at myself and never loved myself.