Gao Tiande stood up, his gaze landing on the fishing rod by the riverbank, and he picked it up casually.
There was a hook on the rod, which hadn't been removed, but after glancing around, he didn't find any bait and put the rod back down, feeling a bit bored.
He continued, "I need your help to survive, but I think you also need my response to confirm your own value. We spend our whole lives seeking to feel needed, because loneliness isn't about having no one around, but about feeling unnecessary."
Li Younan showed a thoughtful expression upon hearing these words.
Loneliness isn't about having no one around, but about feeling unnecessary—was this what the middle-aged man in front of him realized after a brush with death?
Li Younan silently walked to the fishing rod, picked it up, and then grabbed a handful of mud from the ground, hung it on the hook, and threw it into the river with a smile, saying, "Uncle, you did say one thing wrong."
"What?"
