Thick smoke rushed into my nostrils, choking me and causing me to cough violently.
The pain instantly awakened me from the memories of my past life.
The first thing I did was to take out my mobile phone, but the number I dialed was no longer the number of my husband, the rescue team leader.
It was the number of the public emergency.
As soon as the rescue team arrived, I saw the familiar figure of Jeremiah from afar.
After he carried Yvonne out of the fire scene, I was relieved to make a sound and ask for help from the others.
The team members thought I was fooling around and scolded me for a long time with a cold face.
The ornament on the wall fell off and hit my pregnant belly heavily.
I spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, but they acted as if they did not hear anything.
I gritted my teeth, enduring the excruciating pain and used all my strength to crawl out of the fire.
But all the cooling equipment was used on Yvonne.
Jeremiah did not even bother to glance at me. He just scolded me for being self-inflicted.
I was in so much pain that I broke out in cold sweats and the blood spilled out of my mouth. I could even feel that the child's life was slipping away rapidly.