Wo Wen's eyes suddenly widened, and all its perception focused on that small dice cup, frantically praying for a miracle in its heart.
The dice cup opened, the lid lifted.
Red, blue, blue, blue.
Two colors reflected in Wo Wen's eyes from the dice.
The cold result, like a heavy hammer, brutally shattered all its fantasies.
It stood frozen in place, arms hanging powerlessly down.
In a daze, it watched as the silver-haired figure ruthlessly gathered all the chips before it.
The place once stacked with hope was now empty, with only the cold tabletop reflecting its incredulous expression.
It had lost everything.
Wo Wen turned away in despair.
The soles of its feet scraped against the ground, making a rustling sound, each step seemed to become exceedingly heavy.
Instinctively, it wanted to escape this place that devoured its last hope.
But just as it was about to step out of the gambling hall, its sight fell on the Gold Coin Pawnshop.
