"Cough and cough." Ding Yiyi stayed at the angle of the triangle between the two walls. The road ahead was blocked by fallen steel bars.

The clothes were close to the skin and were almost burning. She resisted the discomfort of shrinking to the next window, breathing through the window, and felt a shadow rushing up, but the other party didn't see herself because of the smoke, and rushed to the third floor.

"Help me." She cried faintly, and soon choked again. Shadows could not be seen around the corner. Outside the window were the voices of firefighters. On the third floor, people were constantly connected to the ladder and...