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.,At that moment, a black ball fell out of the pocket of the garment, making a sound in the silent little room.,The gurgling water soon filled the entire hut. Through the translucent plastic curtain, one could see a dark silhouette twisting in the water, humming a little tune as if quite content.。