Gu Qingxu grabbed her waist and pulled her out from under the bed, holding her tightly in his arms: "Mianmian, everything is over. This is China, it's safe."
His strong chest and arms held her tightly, one hand on her shoulders and the other on her waist, so tight that it felt like a cocoon, giving her a sense of security.
It seemed to bring back all her scattered soul.
She still couldn't help but tremble and cry. The romantic sound of fireworks outside was like a curse to her. She couldn't think of them as fireworks, she just felt like bombs.
She herself knew that she was crazy and completely unreasonable. To outsiders, she might be sick and mentally abnormal.
She almost burst into tears, her voice trembling. While forcing herself to calm down, she couldn't help but utter a word tremblingly: "Gu Qingxu, I'm scared, I'm a little scared."
Big tears fell from her eyes. He could almost conclude that she was not just a little scared, but extremely terrified.
Gu Qingxu carried her into the bathroom. The bathroom was extremely soundproofed, as it was specially designed for soundproofing, but there were still faint sounds outside the window.
She kept covering her ears tightly, and Gu Qingxu's big hands also covered the back of her hands, covering her ears tightly.
Finally, the sound of fireworks could no longer be heard, but she didn't dare to let go. Uncontrollable tears kept flowing down. The handsome man in front of her almost felt embarrassed at her loss, and he might even be the person she liked.
Look at her crying her eyes out.
Gu Qingxu was just worried.
Finally, Gu Qingxu let go of his hand, and Zhu Mian also tentatively let go of his hand.
The sound of fireworks has stopped.
But she was extremely afraid that the sound would come again. Gu Qingxu opened the door and wanted to take her out, but she stubbornly refused to go out, and even squatted down and stayed under the sink.
Just like she was looking for a shelter in a war zone, she urgently needed to find a claustrophobic space to protect herself.
She didn't say anything, but stayed still stubbornly.
Gu Qingxu couldn't describe the heartache he felt. Looking at her thin and slender body curled up under the sink, he also felt a burning pain in his eyes.
He didn't pull her again, but just half-knelt down and squatted with her without saying anything.
Watch her curl up into a ball and wait for her mental pain to pass.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, she began to stagger, and Gu Qingxu immediately supported her and carried her out.
Wrap her tightly in a warm blanket, turn the heating to the highest setting, and draw all the curtains.
It took her a long time before she finally admitted, with the pain of having her flesh cut open, that something was wrong with her.
Her former self-esteem did not allow her to be the object of scrutiny and observation. She even endured panic and stupor and uttered a self-deprecating word: "I am worrying about nothing."
In the past, this was simply impossible. Only by being receptive to good advice, doing things as one pleases, and having a strong sense of self-identity can one sleep during the day.
Gu Qingxu sat beside her, his heart aching no less than hers, but his voice was as gentle as ever:
"The reason the people of Qi were so paranoid, constantly worrying about whether the earth would crack or the sky would collapse, was because their hometown had once experienced an earthquake. They had witnessed two mountains merge together, completely obliterating the village between them. They had also seen the ground quickly open up into a crack ten feet wide, with villagers falling through, and then the ground quickly closed up again, leaving only blood and no sound."
He said earnestly: "Mianmian, this is the aftereffects of the earthquake."
She could hardly accept this fact: "So I have war syndrome?"
He held her hand tightly: "Let's go see a doctor and a counselor. We will be fine."
She threw herself into his arms, the quilt falling from her thin shoulders. She hugged him tightly, unable to hold back her tears, and a worry she had never felt before burst out:
"Gu Qingxu, will you still want me?"
She squeezed into his arms, and he could feel how thin she was, so thin that even when she hugged him, he felt empty on both sides of his waist.
It seemed as if I could hear her helplessness and anxiety.
He didn't respond, but immediately pushed her onto the bed without a single extra word, and put his hand into her clothes. She kept crying, but she accepted it completely, even lowering her eyes to watch his every move, wanting to make sure that he really still loved her.
At this time, the rougher it was, the more at ease she felt.
All the curtains were drawn, and the room looked like a huge safe haven. Under the quilt, all her clothes were casually thrown by Gu Qingxu on the side of the bed.
Gu Qingxu's slender white fingers pushed in forcefully, and she hugged his neck, crying and enduring it.
She just cried, and she cried so hard that he felt she was like a broken glass bottle. It was originally extremely flawless, but it fell down by mistake and shattered into pieces, never to be the same again. The pain and sorrow were drowned in the subtle lightness.
But it just stopped there, without any next step.
She looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Why?"
Gu Qingxu's blood vessels seemed to be squeezed and burst, and his eyes were filled with pain: "I can't react in this situation. I only feel heartache when I see you."
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