He raised his glass and smiled calmly, "After all these years, finally someone is spending the Spring Festival with me."

The ghost bride was slightly surprised and slowly said, "I am the same. I can't remember how many years it has been since I celebrated the Spring Festival."

"What a coincidence! From now on, we'll celebrate Chinese New Year together. Cheers, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year!"

The wine glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound.

Xia Tianqiong drank it all in one gulp with great gusto, but his eyes were secretly glancing at the ghost bride, wondering if she would remove the red veil.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

The ghost bride lifted a corner of the red veil with her left hand, revealing only her round, fair chin; the rest of her face remained hidden.

They ate and chatted while watching the Spring Festival Gala.

A television was mounted on the wall opposite the dining table, playing the Spring Festival Gala.

On this empty island, electricity comes from diesel generators, and television signals come from "satellite dishes." These are the kind of devices commonly used in rural areas to receive television signals; they look like a dish, but their technical name is a satellite dish receiver.

With the development of modern networks, this kind of device has been obsolete for many years. Xia Tianqiong found it in the Liu family's inventory, and it came in handy.

Despite the strange occurrences around the world and the resulting widespread anxiety, the Spring Festival Gala was still held as scheduled.

Firstly, it was to appease the people, and secondly, it was to give people hope for survival.

Unlike previous years, this year's gala featured fewer skits and crosstalk performances, but included more magic trick shows.

Xia Tianqiong sighed inwardly, thinking that this year might be the last time she would host a Spring Festival Gala.