Drifting Towards You

Ten minutes later, he finally hurried to the scene.

A long way away, I saw the skyrocketing flames, reflecting the night like a white day.

Thick billowing smoke rose from the ground, and the noise was endless.

There was a bit of fishy smell from his throat, and his heart trembled a little, threw the motorcycle away, and rushed forward quickly.

Fire rescue has not arrived yet, Su Xiangwan's driver is organizing nearby people to help put out the fire.

It is a pity that this generation is sparsely populated, and the effect is not great.

Mu Beiting grabbed the water basin in one's hand, poured it from the top of his head, and rushed in without turning his head back.

Immediately, someone hurriedly pulled him: "You can't go in, you can't go in now! It's all collapsed inside!"

"Go away!"

Mu Beiting threw the person away, his eyes scarlet.

She is still waiting for him!

Must still be waiting for him!

At this time, Su Xiangwan's vision was a little confused, fuzzy and not light, and his eyes turned black and hardly lasted long.

Her gaze fell on Mother Han who was still unconscious, and said softly in her heart: Sorry, Aunt Han could not be rescued.

Then he looked at Song Ziming, who was pale and fainted, and couldn't help showing a bitter smile.

She really didn't expect that she would die with him in the end.

Su Xiangwan's consciousness was a little lax.

She doesn't want to go...

Just how to go?

There is fire everywhere.

Su Xiangwan lay on the ground, holding a piece of glass in his hand and tightening it a little bit.

Are you going to die?

Are you dying again?

It seems that he should have died a long time ago. The happiness and happiness of the past few years should have been stolen.

She lowered her eyes lightly and slowly raised her hand to put the glass shards on her neck.

It really hurts to be burned to death...

You see with your own eyes that your skin and flesh are being burnt a little bit, overflowing with the unpleasant smell of burnt, and becoming scorched a little bit, from the outside to the inside, long and tormented.

Even you obviously feel that you are dead.

Both can still feel that the burning pain continues, reaching the depths of the soul.

She really doesn't want to experience it again. If so, it's better to stop herself first.

The strength in his hands is a bit heavier.

But Mu Beiting's appearance could not help but appeared in his mind.

He always likes to hold her and then kiss her.

He is domineering and naive, but always wants to give her the best.

He gave her so much warmth and so much love.

Now, is she finally going to lose...

Su Xiangwan bends the corners of his lips.

If there is an afterlife, they still have to be together, OK?

The glass shards in his hands gradually deepened a bit, and a smear of blood spilled on his neck.

A string of tears overflowed from the corner of Su Xiangwan's eyes.

She still doesn't want to die.

But the thing that just fell fell on her leg.

It hurts and hot.

She can't run.

But what can he do if she is dead, what should he do with each and every year?

Thinking like this, the strength in his hands gradually increased.

Sorry Mu Beiting, I'm really scared, really scared.

I don't want to be burned to death again.

It really hurts.

"Late night!" When Mu Beiting rushed in, searching for Su Xiangwan's figure in the flames and black smoke, his heart throbbed, and he felt like he was about to lose something.

"Su Xiangwan!" He called her name harshly.

In the dim consciousness, Su Xiangwan's movements paused slightly.

Is he here...

The glass shards in his hand fell to the ground, but the person fainted completely.

Mu Beiting rushed in, ignoring his hands, and pushed away a few pieces of furniture and fallen boards that blocked the way, clearing a way.

Before long, he saw the figure on the ground at a glance.

The joyful fire light made her face flushed against the backdrop.

A pillar was pressed on his leg, not too thick to see the weight.