"He...went back in?"
"Didn't they already save people? Why go back?"
"It seems that female officer didn't come out."
The murmur of whispers began to rise sporadically.
The hearts that had just settled again clenched with tension.
Song Guanchao noticed the fire was bigger, the visible area was filled with billowing smoke.
He used a wet cloth to cover his mouth and nose, squinting his eyes against the choking smoke, heading in the direction he remembered towards the tent.
Finally, he found it.
Inside the tent, Wen Ru was holding a little girl tightly in her arms, she removed her uniform jacket to cover the girl's mouth and nose, while she coughed violently herself.
Song Guanchao rushed over, placing his clothes over her mouth and nose.
He picked up the little girl, grabbed Wen Ru's hand, and said, "Come with me."
They left the tent, but the smoke was so thick they couldn't see and couldn't discern the direction.
Song Guanchao had to rely on memory to walk outside.
