She hurried to the small supermarket near their apartment, bought some snacks, and then dashed back into the elevator. It was 8:28pm when she returned to the apartment. Two minutes left.
She patted her chest, relieved to know that she was just in time. She poured herself another glass of water and sat on the sofa in front of the TV.
"It's on, it's on."
Yi Ling quickly stuffed her mouth with snacks. She stared at the TV screen, unwilling to blink and miss even a second of Yan Huan's screen time.
The opening sequence had been rendered in the style of a traditional Chinese ink painting, to a spectacular effect. It was beautiful; the combination of live action and Chinese ink paintings was something that had never been done in Wuxia or Xianxia shows before this.
