A lively, upbeat song-and-dance number from the New Year's Eve gala was playing. The host's booming voice came through the projector, completely drowning out any faint sounds in the living room.
Brilliant colors danced, reflecting in Li Zhi's eyes. They still held a trace of her earlier pique, but had already softened.
"...So silly," she muttered under her breath. It was hard to tell if she was talking about the performance on TV, or something else entirely.
But her body, ever honest, released its last bit of tension, and she leaned her head back onto Shen Yuan's steady shoulder.
Shen Yuan felt her relax and tightened his arms around her, gently resting his chin on the soft crown of her head.
He didn't speak either, simply following her gaze to the screen of flowing light and shadow.
The singing and chatter from the show became the perfect background noise, gently enveloping their little world.
