Yuan Miaoping

"It's rare to have a television to relieve the boredom. If my husband wants to send it away, Little Slave refuses." Zhao Xiaowan walked into the Fifth Chamber and stepped forward to touch the television.

Dream Virtue lowered his voice. "Wasn't Madam about to be revived? Why has she entered a puppet body again?"

Watching Zhao Xiaowan's back, Hong Ying shook her head slightly. "This isn't a puppet."

The pendulum was greatly surprised. "Not a puppet? Could this be the mistress?"

The projector lit up its lens. "Now this is the most wonderful art!"

Zhao Xiaowan wore a floor-length gown, her hair piled up rather casually. She had no rouge or face powder on, and looked somewhat sleepy and languid. Yet, like someone freshly awake, she fiddled with the television's switches and dials.

"I've watched television before. The televisions in Pro State were all unclear, but darling husband, this television is quite nice. Let's keep it at home from now on!"

"Darling wife, we can't keep this television at home. It still has great use outside." Li Banfeng was very worried about his wife's condition. The old master had said that she would suffer considerably during the revival process.

"I know what use it has outside. Isn't it just for fighting the Bandit Suppression Camp? That doesn't mean you have to send the television away." Zhao Xiaowan twisted the channel dial. Click, click—the image on the television kept flickering, becoming a beach one moment, a snowy mountain the next, then an open-air music festival stage. Only the figure of that young rock woman remained at the center of the screen.

"Stop turning it!" The rock woman grew angry. "Can you even receive any other channels in this dump? You're lucky just to be able to see me!

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