Just as the whale was about to crash into his forehead, Jin Cengran instinctively leaned back.
Even so, the whale showed no sign of stopping. Just as it was mere centimeters from him, suddenly, a ringtone from a cell phone erupted.
It was as if a mirror had shattered, and the scene before him suddenly fragmented, the whale turned into pieces, instantly dissipating. The starry sky in the painting shifted from dynamic to static, and Jin Cengran came back to his senses.
Looking at the painting on the wall again, it was still just a painting, and the whale remained a whale, quietly residing within the canvas.
Jin Cengran felt a wave of melancholy and stared at the painting for a few more seconds. Noticing no further changes, he then answered the call.
"Brother Jin, it's me." The voice of Tang Yichen came through the phone.
Jin Cengran: "What's up?"
"Third Brother and I are going to the black market, do you want to come along?" Tang Yichen got straight to the point of the call.
