Maximum distance.
The busiest city will always have the busiest streets, and the busiest streets will always have the most pedestrians, vehicles, and noise.
Zhou Jin stood in the center of the city, watching people coming and going, busy traffic, but there was an indescribable loneliness in his heart.
He is a small clerk in this city, every **9 to 5, and his life is unremarkable. He doesn't have a luxurious house, he doesn't have a luxurious car, he doesn't even have a luxurious love.
He looked at everyone around him, they were all busy, they were all running, they were all trying to live. He looked at their faces, their eyes, their smiles, their anxieties, he looked at their lives, their world.
He looked at them, but felt himself getting farther and farther away from them. He felt as if he was standing outside of their world, looking at them, but not being able to fit in.
He looked at them, but there was a deep loneliness in his heart.
The farthest distance in the world is when I stand in front of you, but you want to fight with meZhou Jin looked at everyone around him, and there was a deep helplessness in his heart.
He was so ordinary, so ordinary that almost no one would notice him. He was so ordinary, so ordinary that almost no one would remember him.
He looked at them, but there was a deep helplessness in his heart. He is so eager to be understood, accepted, and liked by them.
He was so hungry for their attention, their recognition, their appreciation. He is so eager for their understanding, their acceptance, their liking.
However, he can only stand outside their world, silently watching them, silently longing for their attention, their recognition, their appreciation.
Zhou Jin looked at them, but there was a deep helplessness in his heart. He is so eager to be understood, accepted, and liked by them.
He was so hungry for their attention, their recognition, their appreciation. He is so eager for their understanding, their acceptance, their liking.
However, he can only stand outside their world, silently watching them, silently longing for their attention, their recognition, their appreciation.
Zhou Jin looked at them, but there was a deep helplessness in his heart.