Warmth (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Votes!)

Li Ruo Bai turned on the TV. Then the two of them curled up on the sofa, with her resting her head on Jiang Yan Hai's shoulder as they watched the Spring Festival Gala.

Neither of them spoke. They quietly watched the programs on TV while Jiang Yan Hai wrapped an arm around Li Ruo Bai.

Rarely, Jiang Yan Hai did not bother maintaining his image. He propped both feet on the ottoman in front of them, while Li Ruo Bai giggled and placed her bare feet on his lap.

The two of them simply leaned against each other in silence.

Time passed bit by bit. Outside, every skyscraper glittered with neon lights for the Spring Festival, while inside, the two young people quietly leaned together.

By around ten at night, Jiang Yan Hai was actually watching with great interest. Over the past year, he had barely had any opportunity to watch entertainment shows, let alone television programs.

In the military, the movies they watched were sometimes war films.

But Li Ruo Bai was clearly getting bored. The Spring Festival Gala had indeed become more of a ritual now. It was as though something was missing if you did not watch it, yet once you turned it on, hardly anyone actually watched.

So most of the time, people turned on the TV while doing their own things—chatting, playing cards, playing mahjong—and only came over for a few glances whenever there was a program they liked.

Perhaps it was because there were so many entertainment programs now. Unlike in the past, when there was basically nothing but television, everyone would stay up watching the Spring Festival Gala during the holiday.

"This is so boring. Should we find something else to do?" Li Ruo Bai raised her head from Jiang Yan Hai's