"He Zhiyao~"
Qin Shuang lay in He Zhiyao's arms, her tears suddenly gushing out.
She didn't know what had happened, couldn't even tell if this scene was real or fake, but the familiar scent of He Zhiyao filled her nostrils, seeming to breathe new strength into her life.
He Zhiyao covered her mouth and nose with a damp cloth, quickly untied the ropes on her, and picked her up.
It was no longer possible to leave through the room door; the only escape was the balcony.
With Qin Shuang in his arms, He Zhiyao jumped onto the balcony.
The fire was getting closer, but the rescue helicopter hadn't arrived yet. He Zhiyao looked down to check the safety measures, but under the smoke and flames, his vision was nearly dark, with only faint lights and shadows, making it impossible to see anything.
Just now, in his search for Qin Shuang, he had gone through almost every room in the entire building until he finally found her in a room at the corner of the fourth floor.
