"Hi, are you ok? How did you hurt yourself?, she asked.
"Oh, I am sort of ok. I fell at the bus-stop.", I replied.
"Oh no. I felt...when I saw it. What is your name?", she asked empathetically.
(Smile)" Oh, Johanna. What about you? I am sorry, my hands are wet." I replied.
"Ziyi. Do take care." She said with smile.
"Yah, thanks. I will."
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A short simple conversation with Ziyi, who lives in the room diagonally across mine to the left. I can see her door from my door. I guess we have never really met each other. Even if we had, my fierce and unwelcoming and unfriendly disposition probably scared her away.
I never thought I would speak to anyone here. My focus has always been on my studies. I always had doubts about people's levels of sincerity.
Perhaps I should not be so harsh?
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