In a corner of Dongyang City, there is a soft psychological listening room. The aroma of coffee mixed with gentle music dissolves the emotional wrinkles in the city. I hold my psychological listening certificate and guard this small world. I do not judge or seek solutions. I am just the most patient listener. Those who come here are all troubled people who don't want to talk to their relatives and friends, so they show their vulnerability and confide their confusion here. Occasionally, they will use the sand table to give their silent emotions a place to rest. These stories hidden deep in my heart may be sour, sad, or tangled. I wrote them down with a pen and concealed my real name, leaving only the most authentic human emotions. I also recorded the days I spent in the listening room accompanied by countless emotions.
