At night, eight o'clock.
Heyday.
The entire Edwin family and the Daniels, regardless of how busy each individual was, put down their work and sat on the living room couch, staring intently at the ultra-thin, large-screen television mounted on the wall.
As the TV began to broadcast, they skipped no part of the intro, which conveyed a tale of love and hate through a woman's voice.
"Each stroke, a light sigh; each line, a heavy melancholy. Waiting for the ink to dry, but instead finding heartache. From then on, fate on the page became blurred, lacking the sheets from three hundred years ago."
...
The woman's melodious voice was captivating, making one's nose tingle as they listened to the theme song.
The art style was exquisite and the production sublime, clearly a high-budget creation.
Everyone held their breath and watched silently, focusing intently on the screen as the opening scenes transitioned into the storyline.
