Qiao An felt as if she had been transported back more than a decade.
A towering inferno, all-consuming and overwhelming. The air was thick with a pungent, stifling odor, and the people around her were crowding, arguing, cursing, and wailing. She stood there helplessly, watching as firefighters aimed flame retardants at the rickety little shack, staring at the collapsed doorway, waiting for someone who could never walk out again.
"Qiao An, Qiao An?"
Chapter 21