What can eight years change?
Zeng Zhuo is nearing thirty and stands at a crossroads, not knowing where to go. His girlfriend of eight years has cheated on him, he has achieved nothing in his career, and his boss has fired him. He has no house, no car, and no money. All he has is an extremely high hairline from overworking his body and a waist as wide as a barrel.
You've been writing for so long and still haven't gotten anywhere. Are you going to keep going?
You say writing is the love of your life, but you still care about views and tips. When nobody pays attention, you lose heart. But what is true love? It's giving. You don't love writing; you only love the fame and fortune it brings you!
Besides, your writing really isn't very good.
Nearly thirty, poor, third-rate web-novel author bottom @ sharp-tongued, rich second-generation bar owner top
The pacing is unhurried. Updates twice or three times a week.
Theme: You still need dreams, or life gets so hard you won't know how to keep going. I'm just talking nonsense. If you manage to find meaning in it, good for you.
Big cheers for the author!!
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