C226 Deep Pain Memory 1

Facing the intense afternoon sunlight, Han Bing stared blankly at the fishing line, his mind faintly discernible as he thought about a few things.

It had been more than two hours since he had sat there and not a single one of the fish had been caught, which was understandable. In other words, he might be wasting time, but what he needed to do the most right now was to waste time