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The Spring Festival was here again. Lao Mo was another year older—eighteen and a few days old, or something like that. He'd forgotten. Not important. What mattered was wishing everyone a happy New Year.
Bow! Bow! Bow!
Thank you to all my patrons for your support and encouragement. Three bows in a row, to show my sincerity!
And then...
In the new year, I wish you all your dreams come true, harmony in your families, success in your careers, and happy, fulfilling lives.
Those without girlfriends will definitely find girlfriends, and those without boyfriends will definitely find boyfriends. Then everyone will earn a million a year. (If that's not enough, just consider Lao Mo too small-minded—please don't mind it (*^▽^*).) May life grow more and more flavorful with each passing day.
All in all, Lao Mo sincerely wishes everyone the very best.
(By the way, a little secret: I'm taking the day off today to spend time with my family, so please don't blame me! Don't blame me!)
—Mo Ru Jianghu, respectfully!