Jian Ai was stunned for a moment before turning to look at the pillow on the bed.
A silver-gray fountain pen lay there silently. Wasn't it the one she gave Lin Yi?
Jian Ai's heart seemed to have been hit by something. This fool. Why would he risk his life for this pen?
The wind grew stronger, and the fire swallowed the third floor in an instant with the help of the east wind. Thick smoke rose, and the fire soared into the sky. The people in front of the villa cried for help. However, the sea of fire had already swallowed Jian Yiyi's room. The fire had already eaten the rope that everyone had worked together with. It swayed and fell.
"Jian Ai!"
"Lin Yi!"
Everyone shouted their names with a hoarse voice, unwilling to give up. However, despair filled their hearts at this moment. Looking at the villa ravaged by the sea of fire, even if they weren't willing to believe it, Jian Ai and Lin Yi were probably dead.
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