Give Way, You’re Blocking My Road to the Yellow Springs

There was a chance that a crowd of media companies might dig out his measly few works and praise them a bit. That way, his three years of hard work wouldn’t have been in vain.

He had been popular before, and he had been hated by the netizens before, all those who come into the world must eventually go. He had left an innocent suicide note on Weibo and set a timer for the post, so once his car rolled into the Lushui River, he might even be able to entertain the netizens one last time.