Li Jiaqi opened her eyes and turned around, the white translucent curtains fluttering softly in the wind, a thin ray of sunlight filtering through, casting warmth across the room.
Where is He Yingdong?
She was slightly startled, and the sound of sirens still lingered in her ears.
She threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed.
Pulling open the curtains, she realized that the villa where Hua Shiyu once lived was on fire.
Thick smoke billowed and flames soared into the sky; the fire engines had already arrived...
Occasionally, passersby stopped to watch, the maid sat outside crying, and the scene was quite chaotic at one point.
A pair of large hands wrapped around her from behind, and she immediately fell into a gentle embrace.
His cheek rested lightly on her shoulder, his breath warm against her ear.
"There's a fire!"
She pointed outside.
He raised his brows, glanced outside, and gently murmured a yes, reached out to pull the curtains shut, then turned her around.
