After waiting more than thirty minutes, Jiang Han stepped out and saw sunlight gradually spilling into the room.
The unique glasswork cast the light onto the floor, where it shimmered into the shape of a pentagram.
She walked over to the bar, sat on a stool, poured herself a glass of cola, and prepared to wait for Ice Bear to come out.
Really, it was also because she was a little unable to stand the TV dramas of this world...
Jiang Miao and Jing were following a series called Old Tales of Fog City. There happened to be a recorded tape here, so they watched an entire episode together.
The drama's exquisite costumes and thoroughly retro Victorian-era details had nearly made Jiang Han think it was a historical drama.
Then the female lead appeared—a naturally gifted Witch—and it smoothly transformed into a serious period drama.
Just when Jiang Han thought there was no way for the show to develop further, it suddenly revealed at the end that "they were acting," making it a modern drama instead.
Honestly, a screenwriter capable of arranging three such major twists in one script was no ordinary person.
What a real bladder-stirrer.
For the sake of her innocent eyes and brain, Jiang Han had no choice but to come out for some air, lest they be polluted any further.
...But to be fair, the casting for that female lead really was beautiful. Her looks were at least one Jing higher.
...Resting her chin on her hand, Jiang Han finished her cola.
As she set down the tall glass, she spotted a gloomy figure beside her.
Jiang Han was so startled that she had already extracted the spell model for Flame Burst Spell, but upon closer inspection, it was not a hostile creature—it was a Witch.