Chapter 880 Real or Just a Mirage?
- The two walked into the theater, into the screening room, and took the dead-center seats—the ones Yang Feng had picked after agonizing over the seating chart.
- Four rows behind them sat Tsuchimikado Anya, huffing as she sipped her iced cola and crunched on fried chicken.
- “Living the dream, aren’t we,” Anya muttered to herself.