ETH Was Still Falling

His account still had a faint thread of life left. He stared at that number and even felt a flicker of excitement, as if this time he could still flip it around. He did not realize that this exact thought is one of the classic signs of a deepening trap. Once people begin treating “one more attempt” as hope, they are usually already past the point of control. That night he did not go home. He sat in the fire stairwell outside the office, smoking one cigarette after another while ETH in his screen turned into a silent waterfall. Song Yanbei stopped posting calls. Heliandao only sent polite reminders to pay attention to risk exposure. Lin Zhaoye called three times. He ignored all of them. At 1:40 a.m., the liquidation price came close again.