"In a zombie-filled world, he only thought of one man: strong, handsome, and cold. Sadly, that man barely knew him.
But they were drawn to each other, even in this second life after he'd gone back in time. It was more than just a love story in the a...
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(They are in the orange zone)
As the number of guests grew significantly, the party spilled over to the other aisle. The atmosphere was chaotic, yet everyone was having the time of their lives, fully immersed in the moment.
Buffet tables were scattered everywhere, offering an endless array of food and drinks. You could find nearly anything to quench your thirst. Some bartenders chose to keep working, ensuring that others could enjoy their drinks freely—yet even as they worked, they found themselves swept up in the celebration, partying alongside everyone else.
Devon was in awe, just like Wolfgang, Henry, and the newcomers.
"Is this real?" Wolfgang murmured, gazing up at the sky, which resembled a vast, glowing aquarium. He took a long sip of his beer, as if hoping the drink would anchor him to reality—otherwise, this might all just be a dream.
Henry pinched Wolfgang’s arm, making him yelp in pain.
"Okay, I get it! It’s not a dream!" Wolfgang groaned, grabbing Henry’s hand and pulling it away from his arm. "But please, refrain from any kind of violence." he added desperately.
*But I helped you* Henry gestured.
Before Wolfgang could respond, Hu Zhi suddenly grabbed both of them. "Guys, come here! Ling Song is about to give a speech!" she said excitedly. Over the past few days, they had all grown close, making moments like these even more special.
As Wolfgang was dragged along, his eyes landed on Ling Song. He immediately noticed the reluctant expression on his face—it was obvious he was being forced into giving this speech.
"Ahem—!" Ling Song cleared his throat awkwardly. "Guys, as you know, today is my birthday, and I’m really grateful to everyone who’s here, celebrating with me..." His voice trailed off as he shot a glare at Wu Dong. He had already given a speech when he woke up in the aquarium, so why was he being made to do it again?
Wu Dong simply grinned and gestured reassuringly, giving him a thumbs-up.
"...That’s all. Thanks." Ling Song shoved the microphone into Wu Dong’s hands, clearly embarrassed, but the crowd still erupted into applause.
Devon, however, just frowned. "What a pathetic little speech." he muttered, not understanding why everyone was clapping so enthusiastically.
"Because we know he’s shy." Hu Zhi said, rolling her eyes at the older man’s cluelessness.
Wolfgang, still intrigued, turned to her. "But how old is Ling Song, anyway?" he asked, curiosity lacing his voice as they made their way toward the birthday boy.
Before Hu Zhi could answer, Wu Dong’s voice rang out over the microphone. "Let’s bring the cake out!"
From inside a large tent, a group of people carried out a massive white cake—with a bold 19 perched on top.
