Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 1119 Firefighter vs. Cartoonist 62
The setting sun cast a long shadow of the girl. Lin Zhian tried to use this pain to cover up the tearing in her heart. She raised her eyelashes and softly said, "Ah?"

Her eyes had been washed with water.

A light brown color.

The voice also had a nasal quality.

It's fragile.

Zhou Shu glanced at her briefly before quickly turning his head away, whether intentionally or unintentionally, politely avoiding Lin Zhian's eyes.

His nose was straight and prominent, and his skin on the side was very good. Perhaps because he hadn't seen much sunlight in the past two years, his features were cool and delicate. He had a camera-like presence in a girl's eyes. His lips were thin, and his voice was low. He whispered two words.

"The rain is heavy."

A light drizzle.

His black, tousled hair was also damp with mist, and if the cold rain washed away the oppressive, somber bruises on his body, he might even appear somewhat refreshed and energetic.

But Zhou Shu's avoidance of eye contact at least gave Lin Zhian the courage to stop forcing a smile. The rain was indeed getting heavier, and Lin Zhian was really tired. Going home was probably the best option at this time. She bent down and got into the car.

"Thank you," she said hoarsely, controlling the trembling of her fingertips. After a moment's hesitation, feeling bad about leaving Zhou Shu out in the rain, she politely asked, "Are you getting in the car... to go together?"

The girl's face was pale and delicate, and her voice was very soft, as soft as shattered light, extinguished in the rain.

Zhou Shu paused for a moment.

My heart feels slightly heavy.

All that remained were the brief words "estrangement".

"I'll wait for someone."

"Oh."

She asked why Zhou Shu was still outside the hospital.

Zhou Shu lowered his eyes and closed the car door for Lin Zhian.

The twilight in the distance, like diluted iodine, seeped into the exterior wall of the hospital building. As the car windows closed, his face disappeared from view frame by frame.

Be exceptionally tactful, maintain respect and distance, refrain from pointing out weaknesses or taking advantage of them.

Strangers seem to be the eternal theme between them.

Suddenly, a hand pressed down on the car window.

His knuckles were visibly bony and his veins were prominent. The girl sitting in the car noticed something was amiss and turned her head slightly.

Zhou Shuxiu's long, slender joints pressed against the car window, breaking the long silence with a calm yet powerful voice. He finally uttered only one sentence, which echoed a thousand times amidst the sound of rain.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

Lin Zhian was stunned for a moment, her vision was already blurred, and she didn't dare to look at Zhou Shu's face, afraid of exposing her disheveled state. He was respectful enough that he didn't even glance at her vulnerability.

In just a few seconds, I couldn't even react to what to say.

Zhou Shu had already released his hand from the car window and taken half a step back.

Standing tall and straight in the twilight, his face was handsome and calm, as if he were filling in the blanks in his memory little by little, those vague yet profound memories had all become the past.

"Are you hungry... Brother? If you give me some food, what will you eat?"

"I'm not hungry, eat whatever I offer."

"Say something, brother, I'm scared. When will someone save us...?"

"What do you want your brother to say? Don't worry, someone will come to rescue you riding on auspicious clouds."

"..."

Vague, youthful, arrogant, he was young too.

Later, upon reunion, steady and composed, the only constant remained unchanged.

"Lin Zhian".

Don't be too hard on yourself.

The taxi drove off, passing through the section of road where the hospital was most crowded.

"Young lady, do you live in the Xiyuan Yaju area?"

The female driver leaned out and asked in a warm voice.

The windshield wipers kept wiping away the rain that pelted the car window, the scenery outside the window breaking and then coming back together, flowing by all the way.

Lin Zhian slumped over her knees, curled up in the back seat, and began to sob uncontrollably.

She didn't know if Zhou Shu could tell.

After all, he's so smart.