Xu Jin's room was getting more and more cluttered. Like a dragon from a story, he seemed fond of hoarding all sorts of things to adorn his lair, stashing all the good stuff in his room.
Every day, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes, signaled the beginning of a joyous day.
Xu Shi'an couldn't understand this hobby, even though many items in Xu Jin's room looked very familiar, as if they'd been scavenged from him by various means.
After not visiting for a few days, he noticed that there was an additional wooden disc on Xu Jin's wall, painted with circles and some small symbols. If he wasn't mistaken, that had once hung in Jiang He's room, used for playing darts when he was bored.
Xu Jin sat on the bed, eyeing the target, then whoosh, he threw the dart in his hand, making Xu Shi'an's heart skip a beat.
"Why is this in your room?"
Xu Shi'an couldn't help but wonder, having to pull hard to remove the dart from the wooden board.
