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.,It turned out that as soon as the walnut was bitten, something similar flowed into Wang Ming's throat along his teeth and into his stomach.,Having said that, he tossed the walnut shells in his hand aside, quickly put on his clothes, and went out.。