The fire of that day seems to have been burning in Ma Jiaqi's memory and has not been extinguished. The huge tongue of fire wraps around the warm and comfortable home, and the eardrums are filled with the sounds of burning, running people, and the roar of fire trucks, pulling her from the unbelievable fright to reality. She plunges into the fireball, desperately shouting the names of her relatives in the house.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
