It was not painful at all, but very comfortable.
It made me feel at ease in my restless heart, as if a pair of hands of family were comforting my pain.
"Are you very sad?" A strange voice sounded in my heart. After careful recognition, it seemed to come from a very distant place. In addition, I couldn't distinguish the person who spoke. It was a man, a woman, and even his age, I couldn't recognize him.
A kind of urge to cry, which was also beyond my control. When people were at their weakest, they were the easiest to touch their hearts. Was I very fragile now?
"Yes, I am very sad." I found that it was impossible to deceive the voice at all, as if it could not lie to myself!
"Why are you sad?" He continued to ask.
"I don't know."
"You're sad because of yourself!"
"This statement is
