Lu Ban emerged from the Arkham movie theater.
By the time he left Arkham Asylum, it was already the next morning.
The sunlight gently caressed the asylum shrouded in mist, somehow revealing a touch of the true, good, and beautiful of this world.
Lu Ban felt very satisfied. He had watched several good movies, though, of course, among the films up for review, there were also some tedious and clichéd ones. However, the flaws did not obscure the merits, and the joy that human creativity brought made Lu Ban feel reassured.
As for Baobao, she was also content, having feasted all night long.
The thrill incited by the extraordinary projector's films and the fear of being forced to watch them by Lu Ban, all these emotions became her best nourishment.