Chapter 120 Rescue

Time seemed to suddenly slow down, slow down to a crawl; in the darkness and the gradually approaching heat, Nina felt her mind uncontrollably racing—

She seemed to recall her childhood smallness, the chaos she'd create "helping" her uncle in the antique shop as they ran up and down, her uncle fabricating stories behind those "antiques," recalling her first day of school, the first time she saw a steam machine in her textbook, the first time she received praise from a teacher, the first time she made a friend... and the first time she lost one.

Her mind was muddled, consciousness increasingly confused.

Smoke began to slip into the room bit by bit, affecting her breathing and her stream of thoughts.

And those scattered memories all eventually morphed into images engulfed by flames.

A great fire... a great fire that existed only in memory seemed to blaze before her eyes once again.