It hurt. His entire body hurt.
Jiang Huaian lay in the fire, barely breathing. His eyes were dazed, as if he was hallucinating.
His sister, who he had been searching for, had arrived in the sky. She stepped on the scorching fire, and the fire around her opened a path for her.
She walked in the middle, fair and tender, her eyes pure like a child's.
Jiang Huai 'an thought that he had probably gone crazy trying to save his sister.
Lulu was so young, how could the fire avoid her?
Jiang Huai 'an's mind felt heavy, and he couldn't hold back his exhaustion. His eyes drooped a little. The moment he closed his eyes, he felt that the burning aura in his body seemed to turn cold, and a chill dispelled his pain.
It was as if he was in the water.
When Jiang Huai 'an closed his eyes, Jiang huailu gently grabbed her brother's hand. The young man who had been burnt all over just now had skin as white as snow in an instant, and it was even more tender than before.
