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

Chapter 1122 Firefighter vs. Cartoonist 65
"You just let her leave like that?! In this heavy rain!"

Wei Chengze swayed almost imperceptibly. He remained silent for several seconds, a silence that felt like a cold stone pressing down on everyone's hearts.

Finally, Wei Chengze forced an extremely ugly, self-deprecating laugh: "She wants to leave... is it any of my business?"

The helplessness, anger, and unfathomable grievance in his tone left Gu Qingqing speechless.

She looked at his handsome face, which was still exquisite even in his disheveled state, but was now filled with the bewilderment and pain of being abandoned. She felt a mix of emotions—he was truly a spoiled and heartbroken young master.

Without further hesitation, Gu Qingqing immediately took out her phone and dialed Lin Zhian's number.

The phone rang monotonously in the rainy night, once, twice... as if striking Wei Chengze's taut nerves.

His eyes froze, his narrow eyes staring intently at Gu Qingqing's phone, which was rather frightening.

Like a drowning person staring at the only piece of driftwood, or a trapped beast staring at the faint light outside its cage, their eyes were stubborn to the point of obsession, carrying a heart-wrenching sense of brokenness.

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The security door of Xiyuan Yaju closed behind me with a soft "click," like a cold lock that not only blocked out the wind and rain from the window but also shut out all possibilities.

Lin Zhian leaned against the door, her soaked clothes clinging to her skin, the cold seeping into her pores and making her fingertips go numb.

She didn't turn on the light in the entryway, letting the darkness creep in and envelop her in a silent shadow.

In the cramped space, only the girl's trembling breath and the sound of rain outside the window, which seemed to be soaking the world, could be heard together.

Tired of crying.

It's over. Were you really listening to the story?

Lin Zhian slid down the door panel and sat on the ground, curling up her knees and burying her face in them. The cold tiles washed over her skin, her mind went blank, the scenes of the day were rewinding, and in the end all that remained was a dull numbness.

Her relationship with Wei Chengze was completely over.

This idea is no longer just a mirage, but a sharp, icy blade carving into the bone, stroke by stroke.

They dated for two years, broke up for a year, and dragged it out until the very end. He came to her just to declare that there was no possibility between them anymore.

The boy who once cherished her and whose smile could dazzle her, who would drive halfway across the city just to buy her hot sweet cakes and say, "Lin Zhian, look, I can fulfill any unreasonable request you make."

The last look in her eyes was like a bonfire of pride burned out, leaving only cold ashes of self-esteem, the resentment and incomprehension within so thick it burned her heart.

So this is what first love is like.

The pain was sharp and tangible.

But what made Lin Zhian equally breathless was another thought—that her relationship with Zhou Shu was also completely over.

The pain was dull, like someone was squeezing her heart, year after year, pinching it harder and harder.

That summer during her second year of high school in the countryside, amidst the ruins and desolation of the earthquake, the man who used his own flesh and blood to hold her up for several days and nights until the rescue team arrived; the man who was taciturn, whose brows and eyes always held an inescapable loneliness, yet who, after unexpectedly receiving a phone call from her breaking up with her boyfriend, listened silently to her long, painful sobs, and before hanging up, let out an almost inaudible sigh.

That... is Wei Chengze's maternal uncle's man.

From meeting, to recognizing each other, to getting to know each other, after her breakup, they almost became normal friends, just a little short.