Click.
The bedroom door suddenly opened.
Seeing her grandson sitting on the floor bawling, the old woman wore an expression of pain mingled with confusion.
The pain was because of what had just happened.
The confusion was because she did not understand why her grandson was sitting on the floor crying.
"Fengfeng, you... what's wrong?"
"Grandma, I'm sorry, I..."
What Han Feng had been about to say was, "I started the fire. We're going to die. I'll find a way to get you out."
But then, to his shock, he discovered that the raging fire before him had suddenly vanished without a trace.
As though nothing had ever happened.
As though everything just now had merely been an illusion.
He stood dazed for several minutes before something occurred to him. He scrambled up from the floor and examined the clothes he had set alight.
The clothes did indeed bear scorch marks.
But none of the furniture looked as though it had been burned!
Something else occurred to him.
When he had rushed from the entryway to his grandmother's bedroom door, he had passed through the flames without feeling any burning heat.
"What... is going on...?"
Was this a miracle?
But why would a god watch over an ungrateful wretch like him?
No, a god wouldn't come to save him, but... perhaps a god would come to save Grandma.
Grandma was... the best person in the world.
Han Feng could not figure it out, but an expression of wild joy spread involuntarily across his face.
"Fengfeng, what on earth is wrong?"
"N-nothing. Hahaha, Grandma, I love you. I know I was wrong. Forgive me, forgive me. I'm sorry."
Having experienced life and death, having faced death itself.
He understood many things in an instant.
Really...
None of it mattered.
His girlfriend,