No matter how much Weilin longed for something more to happen, there was no follow-up.
Someone who always maintained a certain sense of propriety allowed the boy to muddle through with his stammering. After the muddling was done, she even kept him company for a meal before promptly starting her own work, leaving a resentful Weilin to gnaw on a pillow at the side, trying to distract himself with the television.
However, the one he watched this afternoon was definitely off-limits now. He clicked on the one following it in the history log. Curiously, less than ten minutes later, the exact same plot that had unfolded that afternoon happened again.
Chapter 55