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

Chapter 1125 Firefighter vs. Cartoonist 68
The rain was still falling, but Gu Qingqing's eyes were bright.

She knew Lin Zhian didn't really want to go to bed early, just as she knew Wei Chengze didn't really want to get caught in the rain—some hurdles always need someone to give them a push to get through.

Gu Qingqing sent Lin Zhian a message: "Open the door, I brought a strawberry lava cake, it'll melt if you don't eat it soon."

My phone vibrated quickly; it was Lin Zhian replying: "...Why are you here?"

Gu Qingqing smiled and quickened her pace after getting out of the car.

No matter how cold the wind is on a rainy night, there will always be someone willing to walk a few more steps and hold an umbrella for someone else for a while.

……

Inside the ward, only a dim bedside lamp was lit.

Soft light fell on Gu Ningde's pale face. He had just woken up, and his breathing was still a little weak under the oxygen mask, but his eyes had regained their clarity, and he was staring intently at his wife sitting by the bed, holding his hand tightly.

Li Fenfang's eyes were red and swollen like walnuts, her face was still wet with tears, and her hair was a little messy.

She had stayed here all night, overwhelmed by fear and self-blame. Seeing her husband awake and able to look at her clearly, the huge weight in her heart eased slightly, and tears welled up again.

"Awake? How do you feel? Does it hurt? Should we call a doctor?" Li Fangxiang asked in a hoarse voice, her voice heavy with sobs, as she gently stroked her husband's hand.

Gu Ningde shook his head slightly, indicating that he was alright. His gaze swept over his wife's haggard face, landing on her tightly furrowed brow and the lingering sorrow deep in her eyes. He knew that the pain wasn't just because he was lying in a hospital bed. The only sounds in the ward were the rhythmic ticking of the medical equipment and the faint patter of rain outside the window.

After a long while, Gu Ningde finally mustered some strength and spoke in a weak but clear voice, breaking the silence: "Fenfang... don't complain."

Li Fenfang's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and her eyes instinctively darted away. She knew what her husband was referring to—

This is their only secret in all these years!
For Zhou Shu, for her daughter lost in the flood years ago, there was a deep-seated resentment that sustained her for many years.

“During the day…that little girl,” Gu Ningde’s voice was very soft, each word sounding like it took a lot of effort, “I vaguely heard her shout at you.”

Li Fenfang suddenly looked up, her lips moving. The image of Lin Zhian's red, angry, and disappointed eyes from earlier that day, and her resounding words, echoed clearly in her ears once more:

"He wants to save every life more than anyone else! What gives you the right to use past accidents to negate his current efforts? What gives you the right?!"

“What does she know…” Li Fenfang subconsciously wanted to refute, but her voice was dry and weak, carrying a kind of guilty conscience that she couldn’t even convince herself.

“No, she understands,” Gu Ningde looked at his wife with a complicated expression, “She understands that feeling of desperately trying to hold onto something…”

Gu Ningde paused, recalling the near-death moment in the fire, his voice trembling slightly, "Today... it was Zhou Shu... he rushed into the fire and dragged me out. The smoke was so thick, the fire was so hot, I couldn't see his back... but he didn't let go until he pushed me out, he himself almost got hit by a falling beam..."

Gu Ningde's voice choked up. He closed his eyes, as if he could still feel the scorching heat and that firm, powerful hand.