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

Chapter 1128 Firefighter vs. Cartoonist 71
The air was still, with only the cluster of pale blue flames burning silently between the two of them, crackling softly.

Suddenly, a gap was torn in the thick clouds, and a clear, cold moon quietly emerged, sparingly casting a thin sliver of silvery light, damp with moisture, upon the rain-soaked city.

The moon hung coldly in the inky sky. When the moon was young, did it also rush forward so fearlessly, heading towards the mountains and rivers and seas in her heart? But now, she only silently and distantly watches the torrential rain on earth, watching the thoughts of each person drifting in the rain.

She gazed upon the pain and separation in the hospital, the resolute figure leaving on the steps, the two people conversing in the e-sports arena, and behind that window illuminated by a dim desk lamp—

A girl wipes away her tears, her profile straight and resilient as she sits alone at her drawing table in the quiet rainy night.

The lamplight cast a small shadow on her damp eyelashes, and the scratching sound of the pen tip was the subtlest yet most resolute echo in the rainy night.

……

……

As sunrise gives way to sunset, the sky gradually darkens, and the clock on the wall ticks away, its hands tracing clear numbers.

"Young lady, are you going to donate all these items? I see some appliances are quite valuable and in good condition. Are you sure you don't want them?" The community recycling worker stood at the door and confirmed again.

Lin Zhian stood in the entryway, her gaze sweeping around the living room several times.

Sunlight filtered through the floor, and fine dust particles floated up and down in the air.

She looked away, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and smiled at the community workers: "Yes, I'm moving, and it's inconvenient to keep these things. I think I should donate them to anyone who needs them."

The girl was wearing white cotton pajamas, her hair was loosely tied in a bun, she was very thin and clean, her cheeks were pale, and her smile was gentle.

She can be timid at times, and brave at others, but she never appears inferior because of it.

The community staff had a very good impression of Lin Zhian. After thanking her, they carried their belongings downstairs in the elevator. "This young girl is really being raised in luxury these days. These things must be worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, and she didn't even sell them, she just donated them..."

"Family is still the best."

"you do not say."

After the community staff took all the belongings away, the large living room suddenly felt empty.

Off-white slippers slid across the wooden floor, moving slowly in the light and shadow. The places where the television, potted plants, and air conditioner used to be are now empty.

Lin Zhian sat on the sofa in a daze for a while. Although she had been cleaning for several days, she still felt a sense of disorientation when the house was completely empty.

From her university days, through her work and her love life, this apartment, though just a rented place, holds so many memories of her youth.

[Linzhi An, downstairs]

[Are you planning to starve yourself by drawing comics for so long? Come on, your boyfriend will take you for a drive.]

Drawing comics is so tiring, why don't you come work for my company? You can name your salary, whatever you want.

With me here, you don't need to worry about anything.

As I walked back into the bedroom, I received a call from Gu Qingqing.

"Hey, Zhian." Gu Qingqing's voice came through the phone, lively and cheerful, "How's your packing going? Do you need me to come over and help? If you've decided to leave, I should treat you to a nice meal! Consider it a farewell dinner."