Please don't post how much money TRB makes. I'm almost going crazy with envy. I fell on the bed, covered with the quilt, and started screaming and crying while hugging the pillow. I kept shouting "Fuck, fuck" while holding it in. I cried while posting. My hands were shaking as I typed. Later, my hands were shaking more and more. The thoughts, feelings and dreams that surged from my heart, the envy and regret were intertwined. My smile was still on my face, but the tears fell all of a sudden.

Please don't post TRB. No matter how difficult and poor my life is, I won't feel sad. Only when you post this kind of thing, I mentioned it during my live broadcast yesterday, but I didn't buy it! ! My heart hurts like being cut by a knife, and I can't help but shed tears while typing. But the group friends kept posting, and I couldn't stand it. [tears][tears]