Zhao Sixuan didn't know how the fire started.
She just poked the sparks in the stone stove, checking if there were any baked potatoes buried in the fire.
Then, as the sun leaned west, she dragged the deck chair out from under the shade.
When she smelled the burnt scent at her nose, Zhao Sixuan jumped up abruptly.
Only then did she discover that the cushion in her arms had somehow fallen to the ground.
At this moment, the flames leaped up, igniting the cushion instantly, and even the bamboo wooden deck chair she was sitting on also caught fire.
"Help...fire!"
Shouting loudly, Zhao Sixuan's face turned a bit pale.
"Ye Wan, Liang Jingjing..."
Yelling towards the direction of the woods, Zhao Sixuan stood frozen, not knowing what she could do.
Before her eyes, the sparks on the bamboo wooden deck chair had already reached the firewood pile.
Boom...
In the evening, a light breeze wafted.
