The room was small and wooden, and once it caught fire, the flames spread rapidly. In no time at all, the entire wooden house was engulfed, with thick smoke filling the space. The beams above, already unstable, broke under the fire and fell to the ground. It was hard to breathe, hard to see anything, and even harder to move forward.
Qin Yucen and Qin Yurong couldn't easily walk out of the house, only able to cling to each other, at a loss for what to do.
Were they going to die here? Could she really not survive to give Huo Jingtang one last hug?
No, she couldn't die here!
"Rongrong, we only have one chance to dash for it, it's better than waiting to die here," Qin Yucen gritted her teeth and whispered into her ear, "Hold your breath and run to the door as fast as you can. Otherwise, we won't be burnt to death; we'll suffocate, but that's better than just waiting to die."
"Okay," Qin Yurong nodded in agreement.
