My name is Qui Ran, and I was a former employee in the sales department of the Roen Group. I worked hard every day, but I still ended up being laid off when the company was in a dire situation.
My girlfriend broke up with me on the same day because she thinks I'm a failure, poor, and said she can't be with someone whose life is a mess.
A cruel twist of fate in his already tumultuous day.
I poured all the sorrow into the glass of liquor and drank it straight.
After drinking the liquor straight, a fiery warmth spread through my chest, momentarily distracting me from the pain. The bitter taste mingled with a fleeting sense of numbness, offering a temporary escape from the weight of sorrow that had been consuming me. Yet, as the liquid burned its way down my throat, a reminder lingered that the relief was only temporary, leaving behind a hollow ache in its wake.
I heaved a deep sigh.
"I have no honey, no money, and no job. What a loser life," I muttered to myself, drunk with misery.
"I don't care anymore; if I don't have a woman in my life, at least give me money and a job," I muttered again before passing out due to drunkenness.
