C150 Illusion
"Zhang Xuan, how long has it been since you last visited this old man?"
A warm voice echoed in his ear.
Zhang Xuan instinctively looked over and saw a benevolent old man standing there, watching him.
"Grandpa Dean?"
He stared at the old man in disbelief, tears streaming down his face.
It had been ten years since he'd last seen his Grandpa Dean