Janet could clearly only see Harry, and he was the one who started the fire.
Not only was I consumed by the fire, I was engulfed by despair. I had been so wretched that I had given up trying to struggle.
The memory of the trivial things that happened when I was with Janet flashed through my mind. We met in college, and I fell in love with Janet at first sight and was so loyal that I treated her better than I treated myself.
I felt mentally exhausted this time, and I was in despair.
Just let the fire burn me to death!
I closed my eyes and waited for death to come.
By the time I was awake again, the smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils.
I struggled to open my eyes and saw Janet sitting on the edge of the bed.
Seeing that I was awake, Janet held my hand in excitement and acted like she cared about me. "Honey, you're finally awake. I was so afraid I would lose you!"
"Get your hands off me!"
When I thought about Janet completely ignoring me at the fire scene and rushing over to save Harry, but she was now pretending to be worried about me, I felt extremely disgusted.
Despite Janet's obstruction, I got up and walked over to the bathroom mirror to take a look.