#BTC It was a bone-chilling night, and I curled up on the curb, my shadow flickering under the streetlight. The warmth of the instant noodles in my hand was my last connection to this world. I wiped my phone screen, and beneath the mist, the Bitcoin candlestick was like a green lightning bolt, splitting the peak of 150,000. The immense shock made my eyes ache, and warm, salty blood actually flowed down. I silently raised the noodle bucket and drank in that bit of warmth, then placed my still-warm phone on my chest like a sacred object. At that moment, I felt content, bidding a quiet farewell to the world [再见].