Alfonso Master!

It had been a pretty sad affair, so how had it gotten so off-key when it came to Li Yao?

Lin Xiaowei pulled her head out from the crook of her arms and shot him an annoyed look. "What is wrong with you? You're never serious!"

Li Yao disagreed. "Don't talk nonsense. Old Li is a very serious man!"

After putting on a stern face, he relaxed again, hugged his knees, and said, "Was I wrong? Think about it. If not for all this, we'd probably have started working after graduation, drained Dad and Mom's wallets to scrape together a down payment for a house somewhere around Su Nan, and then spent the rest of our lives under the shadow of a mortgage... Then we'd have kids and begin the next cycle of reincarnation."

It wasn't that such a life was necessarily bad.

It was just that

it lacked a lot of excitement.

The reason so many legendary tales endured and remained so alluring was, of course, because their stories rose and fell, full of thrilling adventures and excitement!

A lot of people had dreamed of that, hadn't they?

Li Yao was naturally one of them.

Unfortunately, for most ordinary people, reality was like an impenetrable wall that sealed off every possibility from the world of fantasy.

As time passed, they gradually came to accept certain "ironclad facts": people could not fly;

nor were there any great heroes or magic dragons.

So, years later, when they saw children by the roadside practicing sword-drawing techniques against a clump of overgrown weeds, they could only smile faintly and reminisce about the past.

A very small number of parents would even harshly rebuke them: Can't you behave yourselves instead of being so unrealistic all day long? Just think about it—

It was sad.