After the rain, I ran into a long-haired girl on a street corner, and suddenly translucent comments filled the air before my eyes. A crowd of people frantically urged me to ask for her WeChat, promising they’d tell me the truth about the world once I added her. I screwed up my courage and went over to talk to her, but her eyes lit up and she spoke first. I got her number instead, and the comments instantly fell silent. There’s something strange about this girl’s background.
