Chapter 227

Fu Yurou could not swim, and the water terrified her. "Don't be afraid," Ling Zihan said, pulling her toward him. "Just hold onto me." She nodded hurriedly, clutching his arm tightly and leaning against the edge of the pool. Fortunately, she was near the side, where her feet could still touch the bottom, which gave her a much-needed sense of security. The flames were inches away; she could keep her eyes open while facing forward, but the smoke forced her to keep them shut, tears streaming down her face. Whenever the cloth she used to cover her nose and mouth dried out from the heat, she would dunk it back into the water to dampen it again. She kept repeating this process, huddling against Ling Zihan’s chest as they clung to each other.