Chapter 107 Cumulonimbus I miss you, Fang Qingzhuo.

Large cumulonimbus clouds covered the congested roads during the evening rush hour, making it hot and suffocating. Even the passing birds were more active than usual, and their noisy chirping made people inexplicably uneasy.

The wind whistled in her ears. Luo Shu glanced at her phone from time to time and urged anxiously: "Can you hurry up?"

Shen Qianshu, sitting in the driver's seat, felt a lump in his throat. He looked at the numbers on the dashboard and swallowed his bitter mouth. "We'll be there after just one more traffic light."

Luo Shu covered her chest and said, "I'm just worried that something might happen to him."

It was annoying to rush to meet a love rival, and Shen Qianshu's complaints followed closely behind: "How could he get into trouble so easily? He has a sense of guarding against others, but he also has a lot of intentions to harm others."

Luo Shu said nothing, and the movement under her palm became even more intense.

Having said that, Shen Qianshu was still keenly aware of her uneasiness. He was honestly preparing to step on the accelerator when an unexpected accident suddenly occurred. A white Honda forced its way into the traffic, speeding at a dangerous distance, almost brushing the car body. It forced its way through the jammed traffic without any signs of braking.

All the vehicles on both sides were twisted and turned, and the scene was turned into a parking lot in seconds.

"Is this guy driving under the influence of alcohol or is Chunchun sick?" Shen Qianshu was amazed that someone dared to disturb public order in broad daylight, but he did not dare to act rashly and hurriedly called 122 to call the police.

The car couldn't move forward, and Luo Shu's uneasiness grew stronger and stronger, rapidly expanding at an unstoppable speed, blocking her throat and making it impossible for her to breathe smoothly. She didn't care about anything else, and her instinct drove her to unlock the safety car and get out.

Before the call was successfully made, Shen Qianshu caught sight of her unwise behavior from the corner of his eye and subconsciously reached out to stop her: "It's not safe to go down now. Who knows if that lunatic will come back."

The next moment, his hand stopped in mid-air and missed.

Luo Shu had already jumped out of the car and did not hear his dissuasion.

Staring at the missed co-pilot, Shen Qianshu muttered to himself: “I really envy that guy.”

There was no time to feel sad, and I hurriedly unbuckled my seat belt.

Luo Shu got out of the car and walked while calling Fang Qingzhuo. The busy tone rang twice before she was knocked to the ground by a passerby.

The tempered glass film was gloriously laid off, fortunately the phone was fine, but the call was automatically hung up by the system.

But she didn't expect that when she bent down to pick up the phone, when she stood up again, a large number of pedestrians rushed towards her as if fleeing, talking and lingering around her. She got first-hand news from the front - the owner vented his anger and hit someone and died together with them.

The truth was filtered through many mouths, automatically simplified, and different versions were derived. When it really entered Luo Shu's ears, only the most horrifying key points remained.

"Have you heard? The boss of a black-hearted developer was hit and died instantly."

In an instant, the high wall of hope in my heart collapsed.

Luo Shu felt weak all over, her body temperature was obviously dropping, and her mind was blank.

Maybe she was really at a loss, she was staggering in the noisy waves coming towards her, this state lasted for at least half a minute, a rebuttal echoed in her mind, it's impossible, nothing will happen to Fang Qingzhuo, he said, he will spend his whole life to make it up to her.

Supported by this little bit of hope, she stumbled forward in the gaps among the large group and finally squeezed into the field of vision of the incident. However, the scene that came into her eyes broke down the shallow defense line she had just built.

Traffic at the intersection was paralyzed, the scene was extremely chaotic, and the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of gasoline mixed with blood.

The white Honda was parked across the zebra crossing in a swaggering manner. Next to the tire was a red high-heeled shoe with a broken heel and a briefcase with documents scattered on the ground. The windshield was cracked into spider-like patterns, and there was even a person lying on the hood, trembling and reaching out for mercy.

Within a ten-meter radius with the white car as the center, the crowd fled in panic like a flock of frightened birds.

The repeated cries for help greatly contributed to the Honda owner's distorted psychology. The devil's eye from hell came back, and would hit any fish that had escaped the net. It would move forward and then move backward, and then move left again. It repeatedly used inertia to shake off the man calling for help on the hood, and the monotonous zebra crossing was instantly dyed with a rich color that did not belong to it.

Dense sirens rushed over amidst the screams of pain.

The out-of-control Honda completely deviated from its direction after venting its anger, and crashed into a traffic light, causing the front of the car to be dented. The first second it heard the siren, it reversed without hesitation, running over innocent passers-by who were struggling nearby twice, and only chose to drive away when the slightly twitching pale five fingers lost their will to live.

The separated human tissue made Luo Shu forget to react. She stared blankly at the tragedy happening in the distance. The painful wails were amplified. The brown and red colors all around her captured her color instinct. The fragility of life was vividly reflected at this moment.

Police cars and ambulances arrived one after another, and the city center, which should have been full of vitality and prosperity, was now riddled with holes.

As if remembering the most urgent matter, Luo Shu gathered her energy and pushed through the crowd stubbornly looking for something. When she found the streetlight, she accidentally stepped on a piece of glass, which made a shattering sound like a human sobbing. Her legs suddenly became weak and she could not stand. If Shen Qianshu had not rushed over to support her, she would have collapsed and sat there immediately.

"Don't look for it anymore. The scene is so chaotic. Let's go back and wait for news, okay?" Shen Qianshu urged her loudly.

Luo Shu ignored him, and after a moment's pause, her eyes continued to tirelessly search the crowd. Shen Qianshu had no choice but to follow her closely.

Passing by the place where the smell was the strongest, Luo Shu felt weak on the soles of her feet and the discomfort caused by the numbing scalp kept irritating her limbs. In a trance, she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck and faintly heard someone calling her name from behind.

She stopped where she was uncertainly, holding her breath for fear of mishearing, but the voice was more than familiar, it was more like a gentle hand caressing her disordered heartbeat.

She turned around and followed the source of the sound, and saw a tall figure running towards her through the crowd. Her vision had already blurred, and through the mist in her eyes she saw Fang Qingzhuo, a Fang Qingzhuo who was unharmed.

Two steps away, Fang Qingzhuo stopped, his face showing nervousness and hesitation, hesitating whether to continue walking towards her.

Seeing this, Luo Shu loosened her clenched fists and started to cry. She stared at him without saying a word and kept crying.

As soon as her tears fell, Fang Qingzhuo immediately surrendered, abandoning his bullshit principle of never disturbing her, and took two steps forward to comfort her: "Luo Shu, don't cry."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Luo Shu could no longer restrain herself and threw herself into his arms and burst into tears, fear and worry overflowing from her throat.

This time, it was Fang Qingzhu who froze. He didn't dare reach out to hug her, to respond, fearing it was all a dream. But the wetness in his chest was so hot and helpless that he couldn't ignore it, couldn't refuse it.

Finally, he gathered up enough courage, carefully wrapped his arms around her trembling shoulders, and then slowly brought her into his arms. He bent down and whispered in her ear, reassuring her over and over again, "Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

Luo Shu was still crying, her forehead pressed tightly against his chest, her hands clutching the fabric covering Fang Qingzhuo's chest. Fortunately, her heartbeat was still as rapid and vigorous as before, shaking her palms to the point of numbness.

The person not far away was looking at him too enthusiastically. Fang Qingzhuo opened his eyes and met Shen Qianshu's complicated eyes. He was stunned for a moment, knowing that now was not a good time to talk, so he discussed with the person in his arms in a gentle voice: "There are still some things here that I need to take care of. Can you go back first?"

Hearing this, Luo Shu stopped sobbing. Her heart, which had just calmed down, was lifted up again by his words. She raised her chin, pursed her lips and shook her head desperately. The tears hanging on her eyelashes slid down her cheeks. She looked at him with her eyelashes wet by tears and clumps of them.

Being stared at by such a pair of tearful eyes, Fang Qingzhuo felt both distressed and guilty. He clumsily wiped her tears with his fingers, his voice breaking so much that he hardly noticed it. "I'll be fine, I promise you."

After handing Luo Shu over to Shen Qianshu, Fang Qingzhuo's eyes became less aggressive when facing his former rival. "Please send her home safely."

The cumulonimbus clouds in the sky seemed to have been brewing for a long time. In the blink of an eye, they swept over the head with great force. As they pulled, the sky darkened and the wind blew violently.

There was a thunderstorm at night. Luo Shu was awakened by a muffled thunder. She was dreaming, or to be more precise, a nightmare.

The dream was pieced together from scenes that actually happened, including the insults Hou Sisi left behind before she left; the dream in which she was holding an umbrella outside the school on a rainy day and received a text message reminding her of a car accident, for which Fang Qingzhuo had listed her as an emergency contact; the dream in which she anxiously hid in the hospital stairwell until the end of the operation; and the dream in which she felt emotional when the plane flew over the landmark stadium at a height of thousands of feet on the day she broke the appointment.

Fang Qingzhuo, who is as proud as the full moon, should not break his own spine for her.

In the pitch-black room, a faint ray of light leaked through the gap between the two curtains. Luo Shu stared at the light in a trance, her heart beating rapidly. She couldn't remember how many times it had faltered. Then, a test question that Zhai Xiaowen had asked her popped into her mind: "Which of the two would you prefer: Fang Qingzhuo falling in love with someone else or suddenly dying?"

At that time, she didn't answer.

As if she had made up her mind, she picked up the phone on the bedside table, unlocked it, clicked it twice, and then raised it to her ear.

After two seconds of beeping, the call was connected.

The numbers on the screen started counting down, and Luo Shu froze, suddenly not knowing what to say in opening remarks.

At the tenth second, An Xin's voice came from the other side. It seemed that she had not slept either. With her usual doting tone, she said, "What's wrong?"

At this moment, everything around was quiet. The thunderstorm outside the window was still going on but silently, as if the mute button was pressed. Luo Shu could clearly hear the sound of her own heartbeat, which started from beating like drums and gongs to slowly calming down.

"I can't sleep." She no longer concealed her true feelings, tears and true words flowed out together, "I miss you, Fang Qingzhuo."

After two seconds of network delay, Fang Qingzhuo's voice floated out from the receiver: "Then open the door."