Chapter 216 Inverting the Warmth of My Heart (5)

Song Qingchun restarted the car, but couldn't turn on the fire no matter what.

Without the sound of the car driving, the whistling wind outside the car became even more ear-piercing. Surrounded by mountains, the sound was so hollow that it made one's heart shudder.

The more this happened, the more panicked Song Qingchun became. She kept shifting gears repeatedly, but the car was like a toy, placed on the deserted road, without any response.

Because the engine was turned off, the heating in the car was gone, and the temperature dropped quickly, but Song Qingchun didn't feel cold, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

She tried to start the car many times, but was finally forced to give up. She picked up her mobile phone and wanted to find a towing company online, but found that the signal was very weak, and she couldn't access the website anyway.

Song Qingchun shook his hands, opened the car door, got out of the car, looked back and forth with the flashlight of his mobile phone, and then walked towards the high slope behind.

There are no street lights on this road, and it is pitch black everywhere. Looking around, you can't even see the lights of a house.

Song Qingchun is actually quite courageous, but now, he is scared to death. Every cell in his body is tense, and even his walking legs are trembling violently, as if he will fall limp to the ground at any moment. Can't move.

Gao Po looked not far away, just in front of him, but it was very hard to walk, and it took a full half an hour before Song Qingchun barely stood at the highest point.

She glanced at her phone and finally got a signal, but there was no internet.

However, fortunately, although the shipping company cannot be contacted, you can contact your contact person to pick you up.

Just like when she knew Song Cheng didn't commit suicide and was very helpless, the first person who popped up in her mind was Qin Yinan.

It was very cold, and with her frozen fingers, it took a lot of effort to dial Qin Yinan's number and dial it.

Since Song Qingchun was a child, whenever he asked Qin Yinan for something, he would definitely agree to her and help her without hesitation.

These years, it's like a habit, a habit that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Just like now, when she made this call to Qin Yinan, she felt that she was saved. Although Qin Yinan hadn't answered the call yet, her heart had already become very at ease.

But, do you know what it's like to go from hell to heaven and then be pushed from heaven to hell?

This is ten times more cruel than being pushed directly from heaven to hell.

Because despair after hope is what hurts the most.

At this time, Song Qingchun had thoroughly enjoyed such an experience.

Because Tang Nuan answered Qin Yinan's call.

"Hello, Song Qingchun."

Tang Nuan's voice was still so gentle and pleasant, but it fell on Song Qingchun's ears, like a magic voice from hell, making her instantly stiff. She held the phone and paused for a long time before asking: "Where's Brother Yinan?"

"He's taking a bath!" Tang Nuan didn't feel ashamed at all, and confessed directly to Song Qingchun.

Lonely man and widow, in the middle of the night, sharing a room, still taking a bath...

We are all adults, so how could Song Qingchun not understand what these words imply?

Her fingertips began to tremble, and her pitch-black pupils were instantly lifeless.

Brother Yinan saved her, and her heart to give up on him began to slowly rekindle, but...he and Tang Nuan...

Song Qingchun clearly felt that deep in his heart, there was a sharp pain that began to turn upwards.