Ever since the competition ended, Mu Nan had changed, as if he had become another person entirely. A mere fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, he now appeared haggard like an old man.
It was hardly surprising, anyone who was distraught and on edge, with no appetite and suffering from sleepless nights, wouldn't be faring much better than he was. It was already quite fortunate he hadn't developed premature grey hair from all the stress.
Ten thousand taels, it was ten thousand taels! Even if I were butchered and sold for meat, I couldn't repay it, Mu Nan thought, clutching his hair while eyeing his slender arms and legs, wondering how much they might fetch by weight.
