The fire erupted fiercely in an instant.
It happened precisely when the Eternal Night Festival was at its most exhilarating peak. The Whisky Bar stood isolated in the Independent District, and no one came to put out the fire. Members of the Triad Society forbade the local gangs from getting close, and while many onlookers were anxious, a dense wall of people blocked their view.
After Xu Si said that, he felt the large hands supporting her tightening bit by bit.
Ignoring the blood on the ground, Pei Zhen crouched down to support her body. Strands of his silver-white hair fell, covering his eyes. From an outsider's perspective, they could only see his sharply chiseled jaw and his slightly parted red lips, clenched tightly.
"..."
