The Heavenly Eye Gho

Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,"Damn it, I even ate the last piece of candy last night," Wang Ming said with an empty candy wrapper in his hand, his voice filled with endless melancholy.,Wang Ming didn't seem like someone who liked to dwell on things. If he couldn't figure something out, he simply let it go, muttering to himself in his heart.。