Crackle.
Bam bam boom.
The wooden windows around were burnt to a state of disrepair, and the sea of fire outside finally started infiltrating intermittently, with billowing black smoke engulfing everyone in the room.
Chu Zhan walked at the front, blocking all the smoke for Shi Nuan while keeping his eyes wide open to watch the road, constantly alert for any sudden flames. He was sweating profusely, his eyes stung by the smoke and almost unable to open, as his throat was choked and he started coughing desperately. Shi Nuan felt particularly distressed, and handed over the wet cloth covering her mouth, saying,
"Chu Zhan, take this."
"No need, don't speak."
Chu Zhan hoarsely stopped her. At this moment, a wooden board suddenly toppled over beside him. Afraid it would hit Shi Nuan, he instinctively stretched out a hand to block it.
"Hiss—"
"Chu Zhan!"
