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.,Wang Ming looked around for the sound and saw a walnut, not too big nor too small, rolling on the ground. That's when he remembered where it had come from.,This Wang Ming doesn't take things, of course because he knew from a young age that it's easy to get things but hard to return them in this world.。