Ji Niandong curled up in the corner of the window, already feeling her whole body burning up, the thick smell of smoke making it hard for her to breathe. She leaned on the windowsill trying to catch her breath, but the sill was scorching hot.
"So hot, don't burn me, so hot!" Her head felt heavy.
The fire spread because it hadn't been controlled in time, and now it couldn't be extinguished for the moment. Seeing that it was about to reach her, Ji Niandong instinctively protected her belly, climbed up onto the windowsill.
Outside, the nuns were shouting and wailing, while she stood on the windowsill looking downstairs. Being nighttime, the scene made her dizzy.
Although the second floor wasn't very high, if she jumped down, would the baby get hurt?
If she didn't jump, then she would be burned to death with him. If they died together, would it be a relief?
