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.,Of course, this was just a small song Wang Ming sang on his way home from work. Wang Ming didn't take it seriously and continued walking through the still-hot evening sun towards a famous slum in Xi District of City A.,At that moment, a black ball fell out of the pocket of the garment, making a sound in the silent little room.。
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