410 Chapter 410: He Is Not God

Jiang Lingzhi tried her best to control it, but her voice was still a little choked: "Ashu..."

She sniffed: "I can't find you."

A deserted suburban road.

On both sides of the road are dead trees covered with snow.

The whole world fell silent, as if trapped in helpless despair.

Can't find it.

I can't find you.

Jiang Lingzhi shed tears silently, and the tears fell drop by drop on the snow, melting it.

The person on the other end of the phone did not speak, but slight breathing could be heard.

"I, I can't get a taxi..."

It seemed that he had finally found an outlet for his emotions.

Jiang Lingzhi's nose was red, and she tried her best to hold back the feeling of wanting to cry, but her throat still couldn't stop sobbing: "I want to find you, but there is no taxi here... I, I want to go home, but I can't find it." What do you do..."

She was talking endlessly, squatting there in a small group, her hands and feet were freezing cold.

Because the temperature was too low, there was a condensed white mist in his mouth when he spoke.

On the phone, he has not spoken.

There is only the sound of howling wind, mixed with the sound of low breathing, and faintly mixed with the sound of brakes.

Jiang Lingzhi squatted on the side of the road, and her legs became a little numb after a long time.

"70 kilometers, it's so far away, I can't go back."

She sobbed and cried, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

"There is no 70 kilometers."

The person on the phone suddenly spoke, his voice was as lazy and deep as ever, but what he said was extremely unexpected.

Jiang Lingzhi was stunned for a moment, a little unresponsive: "Huh?"

No 70 kilometers?

However, what is shown on the map is 70 kilometers.

She whimpered and explained: "I, I looked at the map, and my place is really 70 kilometers away from your home."

At this point, she couldn't hold back anymore.

"It's too far, I, I can't go back, Baidu told me, I have to go for three days."

After three days of walking, she might die on the road.

Jiang Lingzhi sniffed, feeling cold and helpless.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but through a mobile phone receiver, she seemed to hear a faint sound of closing the door.

"Well, then I'll shorten the distance, 70 centimeters, okay?" Li Shunan spoke again, and his magnetic and cold voice rang close to his ears.

Jiang Lingzhi had a sore nose, and started to choke again: "You, are you telling me the distance on the map?"

I know it's impossible.

She hadn't even given him his exact address.

He is not a god.

How could it fall from the sky every time and come to her side.

She still wants to say something.

Just then, a pair of white sneakers stopped in front of her.

Jiang Lingzhi's eyelashes twitched, her eyes froze for a second, and in her tearful eyes, she slowly raised her head along the pair of sneakers.

The man was standing in front of her with his back against the light. His outline was sharp and his thin lips were slightly pursed. Looking up from the bottom up, one could see his crow-feather-like eyelashes drooping, and his light brown eyes were full of deep emotions. Like ink.

Against the white background of the sky, only his outline is clear.

The picture seemed to freeze in an instant.

The person who was supposed to be 70 kilometers away suddenly appeared in front of me, like a dream-like scene.

Stay 70 centimeters away from her.

Jiang Lingzhi was still holding the phone in his hand, just squatting on the ground, looking up at him, his eyes were red, and tears were streaming down his face.