Maybe tomorrow Wang Ming would be clever, or he knew the importance of learning. While all his peers in the orphanage had gone out to work after finishing their schooling, Wang Ming was still a college student.,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.,What Wang Ming didn't realize was that the moment the walnut shell hit the ground, it transformed into countless specks of dust, scattered by the wind and vanished from this world, as if there had never been any evidence of its existence.。