"Cough, cough, cough—"
Thick smoke billowed inside the room.
Qi Yutai covered his mouth and nose, frantically looking around.
When the fire had just started, he hadn't noticed, too busy wrestling with the person in front of him. By the time he realized, the flames were already substantial.
The guest rooms of Fengle Building were hung with cherry-colored curtains and gauzes. The so-called "tasseled canopies rise with fragrant smoke, carved wooden screens deepen the candlelight," but at this moment, as the gauzes licked by the flames with a bang, it only added to the despair in one's heart.
The person he was tussling with had disappeared at some point, leaving him there alone. Damn it, the windows wouldn't open, and the fire was too intense at the door; he couldn't get out or escape.
The heat and agitation from the Cold Food Powder had long since vanished from his body, replaced by profound fear.
Would he be burned to death here today?
No, he didn't want to die!