"It's on fire."
Zhan Hanjue grabbed Ye Ningwan, instinctively shielding her.
Ye Ningwan smirked, pretending not to care.
"Let's go."
Without hesitation, Zhan Hanjue held her tight and headed out.
However, upon reaching the door, he kicked it, only to find it was locked from the outside.
"The door's locked?" Ye Ningwan asked, observing his expression.
Zhan Hanjue nodded, his face serious.
"Looks like someone wants us dead."
The fire grew rapidly.
And it's not just one burning point; inside to outside, outside to inside, everywhere is burning to ensure their demise.
The flames were spread in all directions, making escape impossible even if they broke the door.
Zhan Hanjue moved Ye Ningwan to a less fiery spot.
Watching the raging fire, his brows furrowed, he suddenly hugged her tightly.
"Do you trust me, Zhan Hanjue?" Ye Ningwan seized the moment to ask.
His face stern, he replied, "At such times, does it matter? Trust or not, what difference does it make?"
