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

Chapter 1123 Firefighter vs. Cartoonist 66
Images of the streets outside the hospital flashed through Lin Zhian's mind.

He stood at the end of the street, leaning against a telephone pole, a speck of scarlet between his fingers. His black windbreaker outlined his tall, aloof profile, and the lines of his profile appeared particularly striking in the dim light, like a silent sculpture.

She could clearly feel that gaze passing through the crowd and landing on her—probing, carrying his usual aloofness, and perhaps a hint of barely perceptible...concern?
But Lin Zhian turned and left almost reflexively.

It wasn't out of guilt or escapism; it was a sharp clarity and instinct for self-preservation that had developed over many years.

She had just learned that he had gone through a massive ordeal of slander from the family of the person he had rescued, and that the swamp had almost swallowed him whole.

How long did it take him to find some peace of his own? If the past brought him only disturbance, then he should stay away from it.

Moreover, given that she and Wei Chengze have already reached such an embarrassing and irreconcilable point, how delicate is Zhou Shu's position as Wei Chengze's maternal uncle? Wei Chengze has known her for so long, how should he face Zhou Shu?

Kindness is as high as a mountain, blood ties are as deep as an abyss.

Distance yourself from him. You must distance yourself from them.

It was she who drew the Chu River and Han border.

In the darkness, some decisions have already been made.

Lin Zhian curled herself up even deeper on the cold floor tiles, burying her face in her bent knees. Silent tears welled up, quickly soaking the cold fabric, her voice like the whimper of a young animal.

"Dad...I regret it, I want to go home..."

She regretted coming to this city.

Would the outcome have been better if we hadn't encountered it in the first place?
That night's crying wasn't because of losing Wei Chengze—the pain was sharp yet clear, she acknowledged;
It was not that I cried because that once pure and beautiful love had ended up in such an ugly way, because that once passionate and flamboyant boy had become so unfamiliar, but also because of... a deeper sense of detachment.

The rain continued to pour, monotonous and persistent, like the only sound in the world, carrying a soothing power.

This time, there was no call. After an unknown amount of time, the girl groped her way to her feet, her bare feet touching the cold tiles. She went into the bathroom and fumbled for the showerhead. Warm water poured over her head, instantly enveloping her cold, stiff body and washing away the chill.

As the misty steam gradually dissipated, Lin Zhian dried herself off and changed into clean, soft cotton pajamas.

The fabric brings a slight warmth the moment it touches the skin.

Lin Zhian walked to the desk and turned on the warm yellow desk lamp.

The soft glow instantly dispelled the darkness in the corner, creating a small, warm island.

She pulled out a chair and sat down, turning on the tablet screen. The screen's light illuminated the girl's serene profile. With a light touch of her fingertip, she brought up the unfinished line art for the comic.

The paintbrush tip landed on the smooth screen, making a soft, gentle "shush" sound, like a silkworm nibbling on mulberry leaves, or like a focused and determined whisper.

The sound of rain outside the window seems to have subsided somewhat. The pattering is no longer so incessant.

The world, under her pen, within this small halo of light, gradually settles down, settling into a tranquility tinged with scars yet infinitely clear.

The busy signal kept ringing.

The call was finally connected.

"Hey, Zhian, are you home yet?" Gu Qingqing asked softly at the hospital entrance.

"Hmm... I'm home, don't worry." Lin Zhian's voice came through the receiver, soft and with a heavy, nasal tone, yet it had an extremely calm and gentle quality.

It felt like going back to the beginning.

Wei Chengze's breath suddenly stopped for a moment, his eyes seemingly glued to the sound, unblinking.