My Movie Day

That movie was about the female protagonist helping the ghostly male lead unravelled his innermost thoughts, with a terror quotient of four stars. Most of the scares came from sudden appearances coupled with eerie sound effects. I figured that since he's usually timid, he would be frightened by this, giving me the opportunity to comfort him with my protective instincts, like enveloping him in a warm embrace.

However, to my surprise, he was not frightened at all. Instead, there was a scene that startled me, while he remained remarkably composed, sitting there calmly watching the screen. I felt a bit disheartened and couldn't resist asking him why he wasn't scared. His response was somewhat reassuring to me — because his reactions weren't as swift, by the time he realized what was happening, the ghost was already well settled in. I admitted, I miscalculated my approach.

Originally, I had intended to sit quietly until the end of the movie, sulking on the sofa, staring at the screen. Howe