7

7

After getting the money, the kidnapper poured a whole bucket of gasoline on the ground, then set a big fire.

The police support arrived just in time, saving me and Huo Liheng from the sea of flames.

But I felt no joy at surviving the ordeal, dragging my broken leg as I crawled back into the fire scene.

"Lele, Lele's corpse is still inside..."

Huo Liheng's mind was like a strong current passing through; he forced himself to stay calm and patted my shoulder, trying to calm me down.

Then he rushed straight into the fire.

When he came out holding Lele, almost charred black, Huo Liheng's skin was already severely burned, his hair full of ash and soot.

Once so concerned about his appearance for acting, now he was reckless, nearly disfigured.

I looked at his miserable state and felt only a sense of irony.

He missed so many of Lele's and my cries for help, what kind of man is he?

If he had trusted me sooner, my Lele would not be lying lifeless on the ground like this.