ETH Was Still Falling

He had also lost the thin layer of self-respect he had been leaning on. He started hiding from people. Coworkers he used to eat with got excuses about being busy. Friends who once posted charts in the group were suddenly avoided. Even scrolling X became unbearable, because every “I caught the bottom” post felt like a slap. The market kept falling, new liquidation screenshots kept appearing, but those no longer belonged to him. He had already been fully cleared. All that remained was wreckage. Then, on the fourth night, Lin Zhaoye knocked on his door. When the door opened, the room smelled like smoke and takeout containers. Lin Zhaoye looked at him, did not curse, did not comfort him, just placed a bottle of water on the table and sat down.