What's wrong with him? Will he fall again? Will he have angina attacks? Will he be in danger? His injuries, his illness, his stinky temper......

He must have been by her, he was really angry.

Will he do something else crazy?

The more Lin Anqi thought about it, the more scared she became.

Driven by a strong self-condemnation, Lin Anqi couldn't care about anything, not to mention the typhoon called Caidie that was raging outside, and even the sharp knife called the night owl couldn't stop her from rushing to his side.

She must go and see what happened to him?

She resolutely decided to run to the house on Yunchuan Road to have a look.

The distance of more than ten miles should not be an excuse to block.

Opening the door, a strong wind shouted and poured into the face, carrying heavy raindrops, hitting Lin Anqi's face painfully, she couldn't help but take a step back, such a ghost weather, even if there is an umbrella, you can't hold it, unless you want to use the umbrella as a parachute.

Moreover, there were no umbrellas or raincoats in the office, and the director of her office did not have time to prepare any rain gear.

In the faint thunder in the distance, the lightning flickered and flickered from time to time, the sky was gray and terrible, and the noise of the huge storm roared like all the demons and monsters released from hell, as if the whole dock, the whole sea, and the whole city were about to be destroyed and overturned.

Lin Anqi gritted his teeth, okay, hiding in this room may be death, running on the street may also be death, rather than hiding in the house and suffering guilt to death, it is better to be struck by the sky, maybe he can run to the mansion to look at him before dying.

It took her strength to overcome the wind and bring it to the office door, and then she plunged headlong into the apocalyptic gray storm.

Now Lin Anqi completely understands the sentence that people like to use at every turn: messy in the wind, and messy in the storm, what kind of magical realm it is.

After the extreme messiness, first of all, she no longer knew to be afraid, and she didn't feel any fear.

It turns out that the smaller the space for fear is, the more terrifying it becomes, and if you get rid of the small space that creates fear for you, you will find that the fear you have just felt is nothing compared to your current situation.

You don't even think about what fear is.

What Lin Anqi is thinking about now is how to fix her body not to stumble, not to fall, not to be hit by the huge raindrops on her eyes, not only her eyelashes are painful but she can't open them, and not to be swept left or right by the wind, at least she can run in a straight line, or she can run a little faster.

It's best to get to Yunchuan Road before it gets dark.

She didn't want to ask anyone for help, including Lin Fang'er, including Zheng Han.

She really didn't even think about it.

Because she knew she was just doing something stupid that she couldn't explain to anyone.

This kind of stupidity will only make people feel ridiculous and hypocritical.

But she had to do this stupid thing, she had to do it.

Go to the soup and die without giving up!

She was also surprised to find that in such terrible weather, the storm was fierce, the visibility was getting worse and worse, and there were still people outside.

An old man who doesn't know why he has delayed his return journey, or maybe there is something as urgent as her, and he has to go out; he is pedaling a tricycle hard, the tricycle is heavy, but it can resist the wind and fix the route, but the old man always has to get down from time to time and push a few steps hard.

A woman in a raincoat hurried across a street as she did in the wind, and plunged headlong into a small alley as if fleeing.

Someone looked at Lin Anqi who was stumbling in surprise from the large window glass of the shop on the side of the street, and let out a surprised and ridiculous look.

Because this girl has to constantly hold on to a desperately swaying phoenix tree or a lamppost or something to fix her body, waiting for every moment when the wind subsides and continues to run forward.

It must be crazy, such a horrible ghost weather.

The thin clothes on Lin Anqi's body quickly became wet, and they were wet by those sparse and huge raindrops.

Even if she ran desperately and fought the storm desperately, she didn't sweat, and the large sparse cold rain and wind had taken away the volatile heat from her body, but she didn't feel cold.

Her feet were weak, the wind had swept her head away, and her rain-soaked shoes sometimes felt like they were aching from something under them. The rain finally became more and more intense, and she could no longer feel the power of the rain.

The strengthening of the rainstorm caused the wind to have a break, slightly lengthening the sweeping gap, and Lin Anqi felt very happy, because it reduced a lot of resistance for her to move forward.

However, Lin Anqi found that the approximate location of Yunchuan Road that she knew in her heart, but when she actually walked, it was very confusing.

She can't care about other people's weird eyes, she desperately knocks on every window where there are people every other way, some people just think she is a crazy girl who is insane, look at her with strange eyes, or ignore it and walk away, some people out of some kind of kindness, or very patiently pointed out the direction to Yunchuan Road.

I don't know how long it took, but the power outage throughout the city made the dimly lit roads even more invisible, and it was only thanks to the lightning in the air and the faint glow of candles or rechargeable lights from the shops on the street that we could tell the road washed by the rain beneath our feet.

Lin Anqi kept wiping the rain from her face, thinking about a terrible question: she must have been lost.

They must have thought she was crazy and deceived her.

Why did she walk for so long, it seemed like hundreds of years, she was really exhausted, as if she would collapse in the next second, the wind was still howling as if she would not forgive, the rain kept washing down, drenching from head to foot, she felt that she was really going to die.

Then, in the midst of a bright lightning, she suddenly saw a sign with mixed joy and sadness: Yunchuan Road.

The automatic gate for vehicles to enter and exit the wealthy community was closed, except for a small side door for people to enter and exit, and the storm caused the security guards to close the doors and windows of the security room, and there was dim candlelight inside.

The huge sound of rain and wind covered up the sound of Lin Anqi's heavy footsteps, and no one would have noticed that in such weather, lightning and thunder, violent storms, and rain, there were people in and out of the dark like ghosts.

Lin Anqi was like a soulless chicken that had just been picked up from the water, and like a female warrior who was covered in blood from the midst of thousands of troops, she tried her best to identify the location of the mansion, and stumbled into the heavy iron door.

A bright lightning flashed, and Lin Anqi was horrified to see that the heavy iron door that she had opened when she left in the morning might be the force of the storm, but now it was in a state of concealment.