Truth be told, Gu Mian had never lived in such a shabby house in his entire life.
Even though he had grown up as an orphan, the orphanage director had managed to swindle a fair bit of money by taking him out to bluff and deceive people.
Even though their place leaked rain in summer and let in drafts in winter, the director's tireless scheming had secured enough funds to patch up the holes.
In short, even the orphanage was several tiers better than this hovel.
Of course, as one of the world's "sinners," Gu Mian knew he wouldn't be sleeping in a decent house.
After all, they were put here to be made a spectacle of.
The sky had already grown completely dark. Being in a small mountain valley, night fell particularly quickly here.
Through the crooked door frame, Gu Mian watched the gradually darkening sky. The weather wasn't good; low rumbles of thunder echoed from the horizon intermittently.
The air was stuffy.
