In just a few minutes, the Spring Festival Gala was about to start, and Shen Xian fumbled with the remote control, preparing to turn on the TV.
Handling the remote control was like it had a vendetta against her, sliding and skittering away, eluding her grasp.
"Let me help you," Gu Yan set down his juice and picked up the remote to turn on the TV.
"Watching the gala?"
"Mhm."
Shen Xian sprawled comfortably on the sofa. The afternoon's activities had tired her out, but sitting comfortably and watching TV wasn't such a bad idea.
Seeing the upcoming programs of the Spring Festival Gala on TV, Shen Xian suddenly remembered something.
"On New Year's Day, you sang, didn't you? At the New Year's Eve concert." She turned to look at Gu Yan, who looked as comfortable as if he were in his own home, already cracking sunflower seeds.
"Yeah!"
Gu Yan, munching on seeds, looked at her, "Wow, you noticed me back then? And you said you're not a fangirl."
