Basking in pain and pleasure.
That was Link's current mindset.
As he ceased the "multi-threading thinking" state, Link reclined on his rocking chair and suddenly fell into desolation.
He flopped down like a salted fish.
Being bound by the curse of making money to support one's family was indeed inescapable wherever you went.
"Link, what's wrong with you?"
Jasmine, who finally repressed the flurry of emotions swirling in her heart, returned to the study to see an unprecedentedly dejected version of Link.
He seemed none of the composed and ambitious person he usually was, appearing dejectedly gloomy, a personification of resignation.
"Ah! It's nothing,"
Link, lying bonelessly on the chair, answered listlessly, his mouth was the only part of him that seemed to be moving, "I just feel a bit upset when I think about how poor I am."
Upon hearing this, Jasmine couldn't help but roll her eyes.
