The candle fell to the ground, rolling to a stop beside the carpet, its wax dripping and soaking a large patch. Soon, the wick was exposed, softly landing on the wax-stained carpet, instantly igniting it!
As the burning wool smell wafted over, Mu Rou was already curled up in pain, her forehead covered in a cold sweat.
By the time she realized the severity of the situation, the firelight had already illuminated the entire corridor outside.
With difficulty, she opened her eyes, wet with sweat. Her eyelashes were trembling, holding onto droplets of sweat or possibly tears. The firelight illuminated her pale face. She seemed to see a hand from hell reaching out, trying to pull her into endless darkness.
She thought she would someday die from a heart condition, yet here she was, about to be consumed by flames?
