Don’t Be Afraid. I’m Here.

The blaze was growing fiercer, and the empty hall was almost reduced to a ruin. Lintels were falling and smashing mercilessly down on the seats, with the thick grey smoke consuming everything, as if hell-bent on destruction—no different from a demonic beast that would only rest when it reduced all living things to ashes.

"Li Shaoling!"

Ignoring all else, Ji Weixi rushed inside the hall.

Cough-cough—

The smoke was too heavy. Ji Weixi started hacking violently, unable to breathe.

She held her nose with her hand, withstanding the smoke that stabbed into her eyes as she searched as hard as she could.

Suddenly, she paused.

Before her and in the heart of the flames, the man had his back to her. His black hair was flapping against the scorching winds, but he stood upright and unruffled by the fire, like a lifeless statue awaiting its melting and shattering.

"Li Shaoling!"

She yelled as loudly as she could.