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

Chapter 1126 Firefighter vs. Cartoonist 69
Li Fenfang gritted her teeth, tears silently streaming down her face. Her husband's words were like a heavy hammer, striking the deepest prejudices in her heart, while Lin Zhian's words from earlier that day echoed in her ears again and again.

“Xinxin…” Li Fenfang finally broke down in tears, the pain, grievances, and despair of losing her beloved daughter that she had suppressed for many years surging forth at this moment, “My daughter! The flood was so fierce that year! She was so small…”

"It was an accident, Fenfang, it was an accident!" Gu Ningde gripped his wife's hand tightly, his eyes also filled with tears, his voice hoarse and heavy.

“Zhou Shu did his best. I saw him that year; his hands were white from being in the water, covered in cuts and bleeding, and he was holding onto Xin Xin tightly. But the water was too strong and too fast. It wasn't his fault... it never was…”

These words were like a lightning bolt, shattering the years of gloom in Li Fenfang's heart.

Over the years, she has transformed her immense grief over losing her daughter and her sense of powerlessness in the face of fate into resentment towards Zhou Shu, as if this would provide an outlet and prove that "someone is responsible" for her daughter's death.

But at this moment, faced with the fact that her husband had escaped death, and faced with another girl's desperate cries for Zhou Shu, this twisted support seemed to have lost its reasonable foothold and collapsed at an inevitable moment!

Li Fenfang recalled all the accusations and insults she had made against Zhou Shu over the years, even going so far as to cause trouble at the fire station, which stigmatized him and forced him to leave...

The past is like a cold tide, carrying the complex hatred and guilt of human nature.

The hands beside the hospital bed began to tremble violently.

"It was us, we were wrong," came Gu Ningde's sorrowful voice. After such a disaster, he should have been dazed but instead, he was clear-headed.

“We have trapped ourselves for too long, and we have trapped him too. We cannot continue to make the same mistake, because Xinxin’s departure will ruin another young man’s life… He should have been a hero, he is a hero, Fenfang.”

"Stop talking! Stop talking! Please stop talking..." Li Fenfang knelt beside her husband's hospital bed, her voice suddenly rising as she cried out, her shoulders trembling violently. Her sobs were suppressed and painful as she buried her face in the bed and covered her ears. "Stop talking..."

Can you hear me?
Ask your conscience, have you heard it all these years?
Gu Ningde, tears streaming down his face, struggled to lift his uninjured hand and gently patted his wife's back, offering silent comfort. He knew that at this moment, Li Fenfang was finally beginning to confront the truth that had been obscured by years of resentment.

After a long while, Li Fenfang's crying gradually subsided.

She raised her head, wiped her face haphazardly, and the moonlight shone on her aged face. Although her eyes still held sorrow, they also possessed a heavy, almost resolute clarity.

Gu Ningde looked at her.

Li Fenfang looked at her husband as well, her lips moving slightly, her voice barely audible.

"Old Gu, we have to do something... we can't keep making the same mistakes..."

With tears glistening in his eyes, Gu Ningde raised his hand, trembling, and tucked a strand of his wife's white hair behind her ear, saying in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Just a few simple words.

Whose life do they carry?

Li Fenfang took a deep breath, as if she had made some important decision.

She wiped away her tears, stood up, walked to the ward door, and pressed the call button for a nurse.

During the brief wait for the nurse, Li Fangxiang took out her phone. Her fingers trembled slightly with excitement and relief, but she gritted her teeth and dialed a number she had saved for a long time but never thought she would call.