When the pajamas party broadcast from Iceland started, it was a bright morning with the sunrise over Imperial City.
When the doorbell rang, Fan Xing glanced at the screen where a group of people were laughing and munching on spicy snacks and chips, then she turned off the tablet and went to open the door.
"Fan Xing..."
"Hello, Sister Xing!"
"Sister Xing..."
Brother Zhen was accompanied by several people.
Some were dragging suitcases, others carrying cameras.
She knew they were here to get her ready for a commercial shoot, and to start official promotion with an in-depth interview.
Fan Xing felt a bubble of happiness welling up inside her, but maintained a composed demeanor, "Hello, everyone."
They turned the brightest living room into a dressing room, and when Fan Xing was dressed in her gown and sitting at the vanity, even the stylist paused for a moment.
Exchanging a glance with the makeup artist, they shared a silent understanding only known to themselves.
