Tyger froze, stunned into silence. "Tyger, are you okay...?" He didn't speak. Instead, he set the bouquet of flowers in front of her as a gesture. Charlotte stared at him, her face written with awkward confusion. Landon received a bouquet as well. Elias also received one. Emma longed for a bouquet, but her five children scrambled, each trying to snatch one for her. The sea of bouquets quickly ran out, and Emma watched helplessly as all the flowers were taken. For a moment, she fell silent. All the little children followed suit. Then a bouquet was handed to her directly. "If you like it, it's yours." Elias looked at her with a gentle, warm smile. Landon, with his bouquet and no one else to give it to, turned to Lily, the only person at the table without a flower, and said, "Lily, this is for you." At that moment, seven or eight people ran over. "Lily!" "Lily!" Seven or eight bouquets were all handed to Lily. Stunned by the attention, Lily looked at the bouquets in awe. Then, a deep voice sounded behind them. "Lily." A man knelt, holding a bouquet in front of her. Harrance gazed at Lily with heartfelt emotion. "The moment you turned to leave, I realized how important you are to me. I was wrong beyond reason. Every minute without you, I suffered as if I were dying. "I cannot live without you. I missed you to madness, to death. But now that I see you again, Lily, if heaven gives me this second chance, please give me another chance too. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. "Honey, I was truly wrong! Forgive me. Come back to me." Harrance dropped to his knees, pleading for forgiveness.Lily glanced at him, then blinked. "Line up." She accepted the bouquets from Landon and all the others at the scene. The wedding venue was lively and festive, with bouquets falling like rain and flocks of white doves flying overhead. On the plaza, Theresa handed out marriage certificates and blessings to every couple. By the time the last certificate was given, a disheveled, dirty, and stinking man appeared. Theresa looked up and met his roguish eyes. Seeing him, she smiled. "You're back, aren't you?" "Yes, I'm back," Quentin said, grinning widely with his perfect white teeth. Quentin had returned. He brought Theresa news that he had found a few survivors outside. Even after the second zombie virus outbreak, a handful of extraordinarily lucky people had survived. Of course, such survivors were extremely rare. After finding the survivors, Quentin, reckless as always, led them through the chaos without worrying about who might not survive. He urged them to keep going until they reached the eastern region, a place he said was a new beginning of hope. It was humanity's final safe zone. At first, no one believed him. How could there still be a safe zone? During the first outbreak, the world had fallen. After struggling through the worst years, people built camps—fragile pockets of humanity. The second outbreak destroyed every camp. It was over. All over. Cities were overrun with zombies, as were camps, the countryside, and even crowded markets. Those who survived only saw endless undead, no place for humans to stand.And the eastern region? Forget it. Recently, zombies from hundreds of kilometers around had been drawn there, swarming the city. No human could have survived. Yet Quentin, enduring countless hardships, finally led them to the eastern region. At the end of the journey, they saw the cities of Branford, Crestmont, and Ansford—all part of the Blazing Sun Alliance, which was humanity's final beacon of hope. The last true safe zone. The survivors were stunned by the peaceful, joyful scene—no zombies in sight, only a huge human camp, like Eden. Abundant food, secure defenses, longed-for order, thriving life throughout. Like new, living flesh growing on a corpse-laden Earth. Pulsating, living flesh. A rebirth of humanity. Theresa gathered these people in. Seeing life outside, she knew there were still survivors struggling amid the endless zombie hordes. After the grand wedding, Theresa officially began her campaign worldwide.