"No, no, PingZe! Wake up!"
The pain persisted, his limbs so cold and numb, PingZe couldn't feel his body, only the searing agony.
"PingZe!"
Xie Qiang, it was Xie Qiang's voice… He came back…
PingZe drifted between unconsciousness and consciousness, his lids too heavy to open. The air filling with smoke suffocated his lunges, the taste of blood overwhelmed his senses.
"PingZe! You need to heal yourself, or he will die!"
Ah, XiaoHe… where was he? Was he ok? He… was he too late?
Rough palms cupped his face, forcing him to open his eyes. Green flames licked the sky, so high he could no longer see the soft hue of blue, only clouds of smoke and the fire that couldn't be put out.
"Evacuate the building!" RuRong's voice carried over from somewhere far away.
Fire crackled and boomed. Sounds of frantic steps echoed around him, thumping through his mind like daggers.
