The night draped softly, like a gentle veil, slowly covering every corner of the city.
In Wan Zhenhong's home, the faint aroma of dinner still lingered in the living room.
Wan Zhenhong, dressed in gray loungewear, sat comfortably on the soft sofa, one leg elegantly placed over the other, his body slightly tilted, and his gaze gently fixed on his daughter, Niuniu, beside him.
Niuniu was intently staring at the TV screen, her eyes unblinking, entirely immersed in the fantasy world of the cartoon.
Whenever an amusing scene appeared, her little feet would excitedly kick the sofa cushion, and she didn't forget to mimic the classic lines of Gray Wolf from the TV with a playful tone in her tender voice: "I'll definitely be back..."
As one episode of the cartoon ended, a new episode began playing on the screen.
Wan Zhenhong seized this brief interlude, quickly leaning over to grab a plate of freshly cut fruit from the small coffee table next to him.
