Grandpa Train asked Li Banfeng if he still wanted to go out.
Zhao Dajun was still earnestly admiring the peach he had meticulously calculated, when Grandpa Train coughed.
WHOOSH.
A cloud of steam instantly dispersed. Teacher Lisa, who had been poised before Zhao Dajun, suddenly aged fifty years.
The peach was overripe.
Seeing the once smooth and firm peach suddenly sag, Zhao Dajun was aghast and cried out.
Amidst his cries, Teacher Lisa vanished, and the entire villa shattered.
The garden also disintegrated, and even the lake outside the villa disappeared.
All that remained was an expanse of wild grass. Li Banfeng said, "Zhao Dajun's painstakingly constructed dreamscape... just gone like that?"
Grandpa Train nodded. "He woke up."
After a moment of silence, Grandpa Train asked, "Was I too cruel?"
Li Banfeng nodded. "A little, yes."
A light breeze wafted past, and the two men shared a wicked smile.
"HAHAHA! Being a bit cruel is just right."
