Morning.
"What's going on?"
Wang Qitian had nothing to do, skipped school, and there's no way he would study, not in this lifetime. He was sitting on the edge of a tall building's rooftop, dangling his legs freely.
He propped his face with one hand, tilted his head, and gazed into the distance.
That intermittent feeling was sometimes very strong.
He didn't know what caused it or what it was that influenced him, but fortunately, it appeared and disappeared quickly.
So, he didn't pay it much mind; he intended to enjoy life as he should.
Avoiding Uncle Lin's line of sight to prevent being caught and sent to study.
Xiao Shen's tentacles slithered up the outer wall of the building, leaning beside Wang Qitian.
