Cruelly ground into the dirt by harsh reality, Cong Shan only then recognized the true nature of his situation.
What he had relied upon was like the moon in the water, or flowers in the mirror—visible, but unattainable.
Gone were the days of good fortune, and even the opportunities he had firmly believed in were long coming.
At this point, he truly felt panic.
Without the help of the Great Virtuous Person System, he couldn't even meet basic needs for food and warmth, let alone become a great, famous individual.
Moreover, it was a case of misfortune upon misfortune; his situation was already dire, yet those he had once aided, instead of lending a helping hand, only made things worse for him.
Recalling the past, he couldn't meet or know his soulmate from his previous life, Xin Ai, and without a penny to his name, he couldn't even afford food.
If the old Cong Shan would have just struggled on, searching for the next job to sustain himself,
