"And the real her..." Ou Jue's voice paused briefly, his gaze shadowed with ambiguity.
The next second, his brows furrowed slightly as he started coughing heavily.
The fire spread rapidly. Even if Ou Jue could temporarily avoid the devouring flames, he could not resist the billowing smoke.
Xia Xiyan's heart was in her throat, nervously clutching her phone, surrounded by the overwhelming blaze, shaking her head desperately while choking out, "Stop talking, Ou Jue. Please, don't speak anymore. Save your strength. The firefighters will rescue you soon!"
She kept repeating this to comfort herself.
The firefighters would find the right moment to rush in and save Ou Jue.
Ou Jue would make it out safely. He definitely would.
But such prayers were fragile and powerless in the face of reality.
The fire had long since spiraled out of control, and the entrance to the old house was completely engulfed in flames.
