I used to be really silly, just the kind of ordinary girl who only knew how to drink milk tea, binge-watch dramas, and scroll through social media every day.

In my sophomore year, I heard people say that playing with cryptocurrencies could make you rich, so I secretly invested a few thousand yuan of living expenses that I had saved for a long time.

I didn't expect to be so lucky; in just a few days, it turned into tens of thousands. I was so happy at that time, thinking I was simply a genius.

I also bought gifts for my parents and felt that in the future I could definitely change to a big house for my family.

But the good times didn't last long; the market suddenly collapsed. At that time, I didn't understand anything and was still trying to leverage to recover my losses.

As a result, all the money was gone in one night, and even the tuition for next semester was lost.

I hid under the blanket and cried for days, feeling like I had torn a hole in the sky.

But the bad luck wasn’t over. My mom suddenly called me, crying so hard she couldn’t even speak clearly.

She said my dad fell off the scaffolding at the construction site. He was badly hurt, and the doctor said he needed surgery, which would cost hundreds of thousands.

At that moment I really felt like the sky had collapsed. There wasn’t a single cent in my bank account, and I still had to borrow money to pay tuition.

Looking at my dad lying in the ICU and my mom’s head full of white hair, I felt completely useless.

I asked every relative and friend I could, but no one had money to lend me.

Later, I heard from an old classmate that you can make money really fast in places like that.

I hesitated for a long time, but I still dyed my hair and put on the short skirt I had once never dared to imagine wearing.

The first time I entered that private room, I was shaking all over.

The smell of smoke and alcohol inside was especially unpleasant, and those men’s eyes were also very strange.

That day I drank so much that I vomited until even bile came out, and I could only hide in the bathroom and slap myself.

I told myself this was all to save Dad, and I couldn’t cry.

Later, I worked there for almost three years. During the day I acted like a good student at school, and at night I went off to be someone else.

I divided the money I earned into several parts: one part sent home for Dad’s treatment, and one part to pay back my debts.

I tightly saved every penny left, keeping it in a little notebook nobody knew about.

Back then I was really exhausted. Every day after getting off work at dawn, I would sit in a taxi and watch the lights outside.

I always wonder how I ended up living like this.

I used to be the kind of girl who would blush even when speaking loudly.

Now I’ve finally saved 300,000. I quit that job and found a small place to live.

I opened that trading interface with the green checkerboard again.

A lot of people said I was crazy, asking why I was still doing this.

But someone like me has no way back anymore. My youth and dignity were both left in that private room.

I’ve become especially calm now. I no longer fantasize about getting rich overnight, and I no longer listen to others so easily.

Every penny I have was bought back with my life, so I have to win.

This morning I checked my account, and it went up a little again.

I didn’t shout around like before; I just went downstairs and bought a meat sandwich.

I felt that today’s sunlight was actually quite warm. I’ll work hard, step by step, to earn back everything I lost.

It definitely can be done. Keep it up, Yaya.