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A large group of people gathered around the bonfire, singing and dancing, celebrating a rare moment of joy in the years since the apocalypse at Y Base. The Y Clan Leader brought out all the stored alcohol to share with Qin Zhi Han and others. The bonds of male friendship are often strange; some may spend a lifetime together without truly connecting, while others become lifelong friends at first sight. Everyone drank heartily and feasted on meat, while the Huaxia Four Corps contributed their hunted Mutated Animals, including a massive wild boar that made Su Ruolan wince at the thought of using up space's water. Fortunately, the space had a basic self-growth function; no matter how much water was used, it would slowly replenish as long as it wasn't excessively consumed, maintaining a balance.
Feng Ming approached Yan'er, gesturing invitingly and confessing earnestly, "My dear, I know it's been tough for you these days. I hope you can forgive my past shortcomings. Let's live well together." Yan'er embraced Feng Ming, her eyes welling with tears as she choked on her words. The White-Haired Clan Elder took Feng Ming from Yan'er’s arms and smiled, saying, "Go on, you two should have a good talk." Finally rising, Yan'er danced with Feng Ming's father, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Many couples from the Yan Tribe gradually joined the group dance, joyfully swaying their bodies and savoring this rare moment of happiness.
Qin Zhi Han watched Su Ruolan, feeling a stir in his heart. As the Y Clan Leader prepared to toast, he noticed Qin Zhi Han's expression and teased, "Do you like her? Why not go after her?" Qin Zhi Han shyly smiled, lowering his gaze as he uncertainly replied, "I feel like she has something on her mind; now doesn't seem like a good time to confess."
"That's nonsense! Don't let hesitation ruin your feelings. If you like her, go confess! Invite her to dance; the more you interact, the more she'll understand your feelings," the Y Clan Leader raised his drink and clinked it against Qin Zhi Han's cup. "Come on, brother, down this drink to give you courage."
Qin Zhi Han hesitated for a moment before downing his drink. Yes, a man should act decisively; if he liked someone, he should bravely express it—hesitation only made him seem weak. Su Ruolan watched the joyful dancers around the bonfire with a smile. She had never experienced such a large gathering before and felt deeply moved by everyone's excitement. If only Runzhou were here; she could share this pure emotion with him.
Lost in thought while observing the crowd, she suddenly heard Qin Zhi Han's voice: "Ruo Lan, hi! Can I ask you to dance?" He finally gathered his courage and stepped in front of her, bowing slightly while extending his hand to invite her to join him.
"Say yes! Say yes!" cheered both Huaxia Four Corps members and Yan Tribe people playfully.
"I'm not very good at dancing; I can't," Su Ruolan shyly refused.
"It’s okay; it’s really simple! You’ll get it right away. Just come along," a friendly member of the Yan Tribe chimed in before Qin Zhi Han could speak.
"It’s fine; I can’t dance either! We’re just here to have fun," Qin Zhi Han encouraged warmly.
"Alright then." With so many people cheering her on, Su Ruolan stood up and joined Qin Zhi Han in the dance. Although neither knew how to perform the Yan Tribe's traditional dance, they gradually loosened up and began to move in sync with the rhythm of the crowd.
Seeing Su Ruolan's joyful smile—her eyes sparkling with delight and her face flushed from dancing—Qin Zhi Han felt overwhelmed with happiness and couldn't help but ask, "Ruo Lan, do you have someone you like?"
As he turned and leaped into another move, laughter erupted around them. Su Ruolan didn’t catch what he said at first and asked curiously, "What did you say?"
"I asked if you have someone you like? Do you think I would be suitable?" Qin Zhi Han shouted loudly. Just then, everyone fell silent for a beat; his voice rang out clearly across the crowd.
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