In a somewhat dark room, the only light came from the faint, flickering glow of the television screen. The room was utterly still, with no other sound audible besides the television and the gentle sound of breathing.
Miaomiao's eyes were wide, blinking only occasionally. She was completely engrossed, having unconsciously straightened her posture and fixed her gaze with rapt attention.
Before she knew it, she had watched several episodes in a row. As yet another episode came to an end, Miaomiao let out a soft breath and murmured almost instinctively, "Ansheng, this show is really good."
Chapter 295