Staring at the screen, Zhan Se felt slightly stunned.
Life's pace was too fast, people's hearts too restless. Everyone had their own troubles, who would have the peace of mind to listen to the outpourings of a stranger?
She didn't reply, but she didn't close the window either; she wanted to see what else that person would say.
"I don't know what kind of person you are in real life, I only know that you're the thirtieth stranger I found online today. Before you, there were twenty-nine people, some called me a madman, some called me a neurotic, but no one would comfort me—"
"Now, I'm sitting on the balcony of my home on the 29th floor, the wind outside is so strong, looking far out at this city, watching the tiny humans walking below, seeing all sorts of people come and go, I feel so lonely..."
