"Bitcoin has reached a new high again!"

Old Li almost spat out the soy milk he just sipped, his fingers somewhat unresponsive as he poked open the phone notification, 124,000💲! That bright red number stung his eyes. The screen's brightness reflected on his somewhat dazed face, and the warmth of the soy milk instantly turned cold.

He is a veteran in the crypto world, and the grand dream of 2017 is still vivid in front of him. Back then, he stood at the forefront, full of ambition, as if financial freedom was just at his fingertips. However, after the chaotic revelry subsided, all that was left was a mess and a 90% decrease in the numbers in his account. The pain of being brutally detached from the market is like a deep scar, etched in his bones.

In the years that followed, every movement of Bitcoin was like a stone thrown into the lake of his heart. He repeatedly reminded himself: Don't believe it, it's all a bubble, just the same script being replayed. He watched as Bitcoin rose from ten thousand to thirty thousand, and then crawled back to fifty thousand, each time he coldly laughed to himself: "Look, it's about to fall, I understand it too well!" He convinced himself time and again that this time was "no different" from last time, steadfast in the fortress built by past experiences, believing that the current prosperity was merely a mirage.

But this time, Bitcoin surged forward like a train that couldn't stop, straight over the thresholds of 80,000 and 100,000. Old Li's defenses finally began to waver. On the TV, experts were discussing "institutional entry", "spot ETF approval", and "the halving market is coming", every word like a little hammer, hammering on his nerve named "caution". He sat on the sofa, his brows twisted into a knot, repeatedly muttering that famous saying in the circle: "Will this time... really be different?"

In the deep of night, the dim light of the phone screen reflected on his face, like a fish trapped in a net. He refreshed the market software over and over, the steep upward curve of the K-line chart like a searing hot iron, making him restless. A strong sense of panic gripped him, a feeling that "if I don't get on board now, it will be too late." He suddenly sat up, and at three in the morning, as if driven by some invisible force, his fingers trembled almost tragically as he clicked "buy." The amount wasn't much, just the "grocery money" he had calculated repeatedly—"Just consider it lost!" he comforted himself, but the sound of his heartbeat in his chest was deafening.

After buying, the green number on the account that symbolizes profit grows tenaciously every day like spring grass. Old Li's mood fluctuates accordingly; with each deepening of that green, his inner balance tilts one degree towards "taking the profit." Finally, on an apparently ordinary afternoon, the Bitcoin price seems to be losing momentum after a rise and starts to slightly pull back. He stares at the screen, his fingertip hovering over the "sell" button, as if suspended by an invisible thread, feeling a blankness in front of him and a buzzing in his eardrums. In the end, he almost instinctively jabbed down hard! After completing the operation, he slumped back in his chair, exhaling a long breath, as if he had just gone through a life-and-death struggle, and his back was slightly cold. That little profit number has now become the only real comfort in his hands.

However, the market script never plays by the rules. Shortly after he sold, Bitcoin unexpectedly shed all its shackles, roaring back up with engines roaring, leaving his meager "vegetable money" profits in the dust. Old Li stared with his mouth agape, watching the curve representing wealth race away, leaving him behind as if he had been harshly abandoned by the times. Then, without warning, the market underwent a dramatic change! The numbers on the screen began to "change faces," shifting from red to green, then quickly deepening into a blinding, ghastly green. The profit numbers in his account melted away like thin ice under the scorching sun, ultimately disappearing entirely, even starting to ruthlessly eat away at his principal. The once easily reachable unrealized gains turned into a fleeting dream.

Old Li slowly put down his phone, the screen darkening, reflecting his blank face at that moment. He picked up the cup of soy milk on the table that had long gone cold, tilted his head back, and gulped down a big mouthful, the icy liquid sliding down his throat. He grinned, making a smile more unsightly than crying, and murmured softly, "Sigh, old leek, after all, still an old leek..."

In the cryptocurrency world, a day is like a year in the human realm. The roller coaster of Bitcoin rushes forward, carrying the desires and fears of countless individuals. Some briefly grasp the handrail, some are thrown off the track, while many others, like Old Li, stumble and stagger in the gap between hope and regret. The numbers of wealth leap, roll, expand, and collapse on the screen, reflecting the truest greed and fear deep within people's hearts.

The market never sleeps, that curve representing the price continues to tirelessly seek up and down, silently telling the beginning of the next cycle - the story of the coin world is always ongoing. #BTC再创新高#