"I could see the embers burning and the fire getting closer. Along with the rolling flames, I could hear the screams and wailing. I couldn't open my eyes due to the fire. I wanted to run outside, but once the door was opened, fire burst into the room."
Zhang Ju lay on the ground, and veins covered his forehead. The scars on his face were slightly shaking.
"It was hard to tell where the pain was coming from. I tried my best to run outside. The air was getting thin, I couldn't see anything, and in the end, I fainted in the corridor.
"Fuzzily, I remember someone carrying me out. At that time, I still had some lingering consciousness left."
Fingers dirtied with blood and dirt reached through the air. Zhang Ju used his elbows to support his body.
