The smoke almost blurred all of He Teng's vision, making his eyes unable to open and continuously shedding tears. The lack of oxygen in the air almost caused him to lose his sense of direction. He could only rely on instinct, desperately carrying He Da on his back as he groped towards the source of life.
He could almost feel it, his feet being scorched by the fire. Every step he took, he would kick things that felt like fire or carbon. He could imagine his feet almost having the skin burned off.
One hand supporting He Da on his back, the other constantly groping forward. Even if a falling piece of wood hit him, he didn't retract it. Like a blind person, he carried the person on his back step by step forward until he felt a window, then shouted outside, "Quickly, catch Ada for me!"
