The plain, yet calming sound of paper turning filled the dreary shack as Zheng Jin continued to indulge in his favorite hobby. Save for Zheng Jin's wooden table that was lit up by the flickering light of an old lamp, the surroundings were completely dark, with only the meager light of the beautiful, crescent moon illuminating dimly in the sky.
The silence broke, however, as Zheng Jin suddenly slammed a book on the table, before scratching his head with a scowl on his face.
"What a s**t end," Zheng Jin thought as he got up and stretched to relieve the stiffness on his body.
After finally reaching the conclusion of the book, he could not help but knot his eyebrows. Despite being called a "classic piece of literature", his expectations were eventually destroyed as the brilliant book was ev
