out of control wildfire

Gu Qingxu held her waist and pulled her out from under the bed, holding her tightly in his arms: "Mianmian, everything is over. This is China, it is safe."

His strong chest and arms hugged her tightly, with one hand on his shoulders and the other on her waist, so tight that she felt as safe as a cocoon.

It was like taking back all her scattered souls.

She still couldn't help but tremble and cry. The romantic sounds of fireworks outside were like a curse to her. She couldn't regard them as fireworks, she only thought they were bombs.

She herself knew that she was crazy and unreasonable. In the eyes of outsiders, she might be sick or mentally abnormal.

She was almost sobbing, her voice was trembling, and while forcing herself to calm down, she couldn't say a word without trembling: "Gu Qingxu, I'm afraid, I'm a little scared."

Tears fell heavily, and he could almost tell that she was more than just a little scared, she was extremely scared.

Gu Qingxu carried her into the bathroom. The bathroom was extremely soundproof. It was specially designed for soundproofing at that time, but there were still soft sounds outside the window.

She kept covering her ears tightly, and Gu Qingxu's big hand also covered the back of her hand, covering her ears tightly.

Finally, the sound of the fireworks was no longer heard, but she didn't dare to let go. Uncontrollable tears kept flowing down. The handsome man in front of her looked almost embarrassed when she saw her, even the one she liked.

Watch her burst into tears.

Gu Qingxu could only feel worried.

Finally, Gu Qingxu let go of his hand, and Zhou Mian also tentatively let go of his hand.

The sound of fireworks is gone.

But she was extremely afraid that it would ring again. Gu Qingxu opened the door 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 bunker in a war zone, she urgently needed to find a claustrophobic space to protect herself.

She made no sound, but remained stubbornly motionless.

Gu Qingxu couldn't describe the heartache. Seeing her thin and slender body huddled under the sink, he also felt angina pectoris burning in his eyes.

He didn't pull her anymore, he just squatted down with her and said nothing.

Watching her curl up into a ball, waiting 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 quilt, turn up the heat to the highest level, and close all the curtains.

It took her a long time, but she finally admitted with the pain of cutting flesh that something was indeed wrong with her.

Her previous self-esteem did not allow her to be the object to be scrutinized and admired. She even endured the panic and stupor and said something she despised herself, "I am unfounded."

In the past, it was simply impossible. Doing good deeds, following your heart in everything, and having a strong sense of self-identity was what you needed to sleep during the day.

Gu Qingxu sat next to her, his heart aching with heavy pain. He was no lighter than her, but his voice was as gentle as wine as always:
"The reason why Qi Ren is so worried about whether the ground will crack or the sky will fall is because his hometown once experienced an earthquake and saw with his own eyes that two mountains were directly connected together, and the village in the middle was completely Disappeared, and saw the ground quickly open a ten-foot-wide crack, and the villagers fell in, and then the ground quickly closed again, only blood covered it, and there was no sound."

He said seriously: "Mianmian, this is the sequelae of the earthquake."

She could hardly accept this fact: "So do I have sequelae of war?"

He held her hand tightly: "Let's go see a doctor and a psychological counselor. It will be fine."

She threw herself into his arms, and the quilt fell from her thin shoulders. She hugged him tightly and couldn't help crying. The worry she had never felt before burst out:

"Gu Qingxu, will you still want me?"

When she squeezed into his arms, he could feel that she was very thin. She was so thin that even when she hugged him, he felt empty on both sides of her waist.

It was as if she could hear her helplessness and uneasiness.

He didn't respond, but immediately pressed her on the bed. Without a word, he put his hand into her clothes. She kept crying, but she completely endured it. She even lowered her eyes to watch his every move, trying to make sure that he really still liked her. .

At this time, even the rougher it was, the more reassuring it was for her.

All the curtains were closed, and the room was like a huge safety bunker. Under the quilt, all her clothes were tossed by Gu Qingxu casually beside the bed.

She could only cry, crying so much that he felt like she was like a broken glass bottle. It was originally perfect, but fell down and shattered into pieces. She was no longer the same as before, with pain and sorrow submerged in the subtle lightness.

But it just stopped, there was no next step.

She looked at him with tears: "Why?"

The blood vessels in Gu Qingxu's body felt like they were about to be squeezed, and his eyes hurt: "I can't react in this situation. I only feel heartache when I see you."