The fire became uncontrollable, and the inn was filled with the calls and roars of people on the brink of death, which were chilling to the bone.
The hot air that hit her face was intense as it scorched Gu Changsheng's cheeks, she pressed her son to her chest, her eyes unblinkingly fixed on the door that had been burnt beyond recognition.
Time seemed to stand still, carrying with it an oppressive fear that made it hard to breathe.
"Bang..."
Another sound of something heavy hitting the ground, Gu Changsheng knew that the inn's main roof beam had collapsed.
Within the flames, the inn, in a flash, became a living purgatory.
In her life, Gu Changsheng had never been in debt to anyone, she didn't want anyone to die because of her. Life might be cheap in the eyes of the ancients, but in her eyes, it was incredibly precious, regardless of good or bad, noble or low, everyone had the right to live!
