Qiu Bing smiled, her smile filled with happiness, "It's okay. Once everything calms down, didn't Brother Lin say that one day we'll return to the prosperity we once had? Maybe we'll be the first couple in the post-apocalyptic world to get married and take photos. Just being able to take photos is enough for me."
Ma Weiyan looked at Qiu Bing affectionately, moved to the point of tears.
Heaven has indeed been so kind to him.
He, who once couldn't find a wife, found such an outstanding woman who liked him even in the apocalypse. If there weren't other people around, he would've kneeled and thanked the heavens.
Thank you for the blessing.
The photographer looked at the lovey-dovey couple and smirked. It was really full of the sour smell of love.
In the evening.
The two returned home after a day of photoshoots. When they opened the door, they were completely stunned by the scene. The room was decorated with lanterns and festooned with bright red, radiating a festive atmosphere.
