My Days in the Listening Room

In a quiet corner of Dongyang City is a cozy listening room, where the scent of coffee mingles with gentle music to smooth away the city's emotional creases. I hold a certificate as a psychological listener and look after this little sanctuary. I don't judge or try to solve anyone's problems. I simply listen, as patiently as I can. Everyone who comes here is struggling with something. They bring worries they don't want to share with friends or family, and here they can open up about their vulnerabilities and confusion. Sometimes, they use a sand tray to give their unspoken emotions somewhere to rest. The stories kept deep in their hearts may be bitter, melancholy, or tangled. I record them in writing, conceal their real names, and preserve only the most genuine feelings of ordinary people. I also write about the days I spend alongside countless emotions in the listening room.