"Jing Jihan, don't sleep, don't sleep, do you hear me?"
Thick smoke billowed around, Shi Su wanted to pull Jing Jihan up, wanted to lead him further away from the direction of the inferno, but at this moment, the damp scarf on her face had already slipped down. The smoke around was billowing, her breathing was erratic, and while coughing, the sparse oxygen around was not enough for the two of them to escape smoothly.
She forced herself to endure the dizziness, her hand always pressed against Jing Jihan's philtrum, hoarsely saying, "Jing Jihan, don't sleep, open your eyes and look at me! You can't sleep..."
The heat from the inferno and the continuous cracking sound from the gasoline explosion seemed to pull Shi Su back to that dark, still, terrifying night seven years ago. She clung on to him desperately, her other hand pressing on his philtrum: "Jing Jihan!!!"
