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

"Everything's going smoothly on my end, so don't worry. Let me check online first to see which day's flight to book, and then I'll let you know the time, okay?" Lin Zhian replied, her shoes making a soft sound as she closed the bedroom door, her gaze falling on the easel by the window.

Gu Qingqing agreed and told Lin Zhian to remember to tell her in advance, her tone full of reluctance.

Lin Zhian's eyes curved into a natural crescent shape as she smiled and said okay, then hung up the phone.

The bedroom was unusually quiet, with only a gentle breeze blowing in through the window and sunlight shimmering in the sunlight.

The girl looked at the easel covered by the canvas from a distance, as if gazing at it intently.

She stepped forward and gently lifted the canvas with her fingertips.

The shadow fell on the wall, like the shadow of a butterfly.

Colors and brushstrokes connect the rustling sound of paintbrushes through countless nights.

On the canvas, a desolate background of thick fog and ruins is depicted, while at the heart of the painting is a tall figure wearing an orange rescue suit.

He walked on the desolate ruins, yet he held up an unwavering aura.

The overall style of the painting is solemn and powerful, using the gentlest brushstrokes to depict the most resolute faith.

From the moment she learned firsthand why Zhou Shu was discharged from the army, to the moment she packed all her belongings and was able to return to another city, she had always wanted to give him this painting, and she finally finished it before moving.

“I hope…” Lin Zhian’s voice was low and soft, her fingertips gripping the corner of the drooping canvas as she murmured to herself, “that when he sees you, it will give him some strength.”

By the window, a girl, an easel, and a long shadow.

She just wanted to tell him,

All those he saved will remember the meaning of life and hope.

He deserves to return to his battlefield.

Don't disappear without a trace.

Don't follow the crowd.

In your most impetuous and youthful years, I saw your most authentic self.

I am more certain than anyone else—

You should have done it this way. "Young lady, we've arrived," the driver shouted. "Don't leave anything behind!"

"Thank you." Lin Zhian got out of the car carrying the picture frame. The taxi sped away in the sunlight, dust and sunlight swirling around her. She stood there, looking at the e-sports arena with the "Zero Degree Matrix" sign hanging in front of her.

As he stepped forward, his gaze faltered slightly.

A brand new notice stuck to the glass window—

"Business is temporarily suspended".

The wind rushed through my eardrums, making a whistling sound.

Wandering, on the road, the wind whistles and whispers, as if asking...
Are you leaving?

Lin Zhian suddenly laughed out loud, looking down at the carefully wrapped picture frame in her hand.

Another step too late.

So that's the answer.

Some people are destined to meet but not to stay together. Others are destined to be neither.

There was too much self-deprecation in that smile. Lin Zhian took two steps forward, stopped in front of the closed doors of the e-sports arena, bent down and placed the tightly wrapped picture frame steadily on the cold cement platform. Her eyebrows and eyes had grown up. She turned around.

Sunlight fell on her hair and shoulders, casting small patches of light and shadow.

That girl, who was once timid, brave, and a little stubborn, seems to have quietly shed the last trace of naivety in her eyes and is now poised and confident.

I won't send you flowers this time.

Let me give you a painting.

Wishing you continued success and a bright future.

Just as Lin Zhian turned to leave, just as she took her first step—

Behind me, the heavy, tightly closed glass door, a symbol of rejection and closure, suddenly emitted a sound that sent a chill down my spine:

"Squeak—" (End of Chapter)