Fire?
Muo Huangnian's movements froze; the bouquet in his hand dropped to the ground, the blood-red petals scattering like flames.
He spun around and rushed back without hesitation.
The blazing inferno tore at his eyes.
The nearby forest, for reasons unknown, had caught fire, engulfing the entire vine-constructed flower arch in flames, burning fiercely, devouring everything in its path.
The photographer and assistants were struck dumb, stammering, "M-Mr. Muo… Mrs. Muo is still inside the flower arch…"
Manman was still in there.
He was the one who had carried her in himself.
The last thread of reason in Muo Huangnian's mind suddenly snapped. A look of utter panic, even terror, flashed across his handsome face. Without a second thought, he dashed toward the burning flower arch.
