The thick smoke was like a greedy poisonous snake, crazily getting into the nose and throat, burning every inch of the respiratory tract, causing tearing pain.
Shen Yang was chained to the cold radiator, and his wrists were already bruised and bloody. The thick blood slid down his arms and instantly evaporated into a plume of white smoke on the hot floor. The windows of the rental house were boarded up tightly, and the door was locked from the outside. The fire engulfed the tables, chairs, and bedding. The crackling sound of burning mixed with her heavy breathing formed a desperate elegy.
"Ahem... Gu Yanze... Lin Weiwei..." She used her last bit of strength to shout out these two names hoarsely, with overwhelming hatred in her eyes.
