CHAPTER 868: CHAPTER 208: MISFORTUNE IS ALWAYS UNIVERSAL. HER MISFORTUNE IS OFTEN OUR MISFORTUNE.

Morning!

"Morning, Lin."

"Morning."

Lin Fan greeted Wang Kai.

"Lin, everyone is ready, and I’ve got them waiting in the vehicles outside. We can depart at any time."

Wang Kai was very reliable, especially when it came to tasks that Lin entrusted to him. He never dared to be careless and had everything arranged in advance.

"Alright, let’s go."

Lin Fan waved as he left the shelter.

The vehicles drove through the streets.

The environment in Huang City had undergone drastic changes. The streets were very clean, unlike in the past when they were littered with the bodies of zombies.

Though it couldn’t compare to peacetime.

But in the apocalypse, these streets were acceptable.

"Lin, this city is gradually coming back to life in our hands." Wang Kai understood Lin’s vision. The city was constantly developing towards the goal that Lin envisioned.

In the beginning, he was confused about the future. Sometimes, when Lin spoke of a beautiful future, he couldn’t agree and thought it was impossible. But who would have thought that the city was slowly progressing towards that direction at a visible pace?

"Of course, with everyone’s efforts, if the city can’t change, then what are we busy for?" Lin Fan smiled, a genuine joy from the heart.

He looked at the surrounding buildings, his eyes sparkling.

Xinfeng Bridal Shop.

"Stop, let’s check out the bridal gowns and suits first," Lin Fan said.

This bridal shop used to be famous, and many young women loved to take wedding photos there when they got married.

When he used to pass by, he would always see the shop manager leading a group of young ladies in professional skirts dancing at the door.

Whenever he saw these sights.

He would stop and watch.

It wasn’t for any lecherous reasons.

But seeing such a scene in the morning made him feel that the morning was indeed full of vitality, and a wonderful day often starts with energy.

No boss, no customers, the store felt very desolate.

In the corner at the entrance, you could faintly see congealed blood, completely black, blending with the ground.

The store was somewhat chaotic.

The bridal gowns on the racks were scattered all over the floor, some stained with clotted black blood. You could imagine how bad the situation was back then, with desperate survivors screaming under the zombie attacks, hoping for someone to come to the rescue, only to meet despair.

These bridal gowns were unusable; even if washed, they might not be okay by tomorrow.

"Lin, these gowns are definitely no good. We can check the warehouse in the back. Usually, the gowns are stored in bags," Wang Kai said, observing Lin’s serious selection.

"Okay."

They arrived at the back warehouse, and just as Wang Kai had said, many bridal gowns were stored there.

Each white gown was wrapped in a film.

"These are very clean."

Lin Fan and Wang Kai picked together, discussing which gown looked nice. Their understanding of beauty, perhaps due to being single, often aligned remarkably well.

After choosing a gown, they also picked a groom’s suit for Ma Weiyan.

"Lin, should I send Jiang Wei and Lu Pin a message to get some fireworks?" Wang Kai asked. Both of them used to work at a fireworks factory, so it wouldn’t be an issue for them to get some.

"Sure, have them get plenty of fireworks."

In Lin Fan’s view, the talent pool at the Sunshine Shelter was vast.

The gathered crowd consisted of people from all trades, and any task requiring collaboration could find the right talent.

After selecting the clothes,

Lin Fan took Wang Kai and the others to the market to choose brand new four-piece sets and other necessary supplies.

Meanwhile, in a scenic area of Huang City,

Ma Weiyan and Qiu Bing were there with the photographer, taking pictures. Other things might be unrealistic, but taking photos wasn’t hard, and having some beautiful photos was already satisfying.

"Yes, yes, hold your neck straight, smile, yes, just like that, hold it." The photographer, who was a volunteered survivor, looked every bit the part, with long hair tied in a small braid, exuding the air of a photographer.

Snap!

Snap!

"Great, perfect, let’s take a break,"

The photographer checked the camera, smiling as he spoke.

Ma Weiyan and Qiu Bing stepped aside to take a break.

"I couldn’t give you a perfect wedding, and that’s truly regrettable, but I promise that when everything’s calm in the future, I’ll make it up to you with a proper one." Ma Weiyan felt deeply apologetic. He wasn’t someone outstanding, dark-skinned, not well-educated, formerly a security guard.

But Qiu Bing was well-educated, good looking, and a teacher. Honestly, Ma Weiyan felt it was like his ancestors’ graves were giving off lucky smoke.

Of course, some might quip that this is because of the apocalypse, that she doesn’t really like you, just needs someone to depend on, to work like a horse for her, to ensure her survival. If it weren’t for the apocalypse, someone like you would never catch her eye.

There might be a possibility like that.

But since they came to the Sunshine Shelter, the safest place in the apocalypse,

there was no oppression, no conflict.

No need to worry about zombies suddenly appearing in front of you.

So, if Qiu Bing were really using him, she would surely distance herself, becoming strangers, but she hadn’t, choosing instead to stay with him all along.