The entrance to the storage room was surrounded by people, with thick smoke billowing out, filling the entire corridor.
Mu Yan seemed to go mad, pushing aside the people next to her, shouting loudly, "Make way, make way."
A few waiters grabbed her, saying, "Miss, don't go in."
Mu Yan struggled desperately to rush into the room, yelling, "Let me go, my mom is inside, I need to save her."
Someone advised, "Miss, the fire is too big, it's too late, you'll be in danger too if you go in."
Mu Yan spoke as tears streamed down her face, "I don't care, I have to save her, I have to save her."
She couldn't live without Mom; she had to save her.
Suddenly, she broke free from the hands restraining her and rushed into the storage room.
But there was no big fire inside, only a few piles of smoking wood, with sparks fizzling.
Mu Yan stared blankly at the room, no fire, and no Mom.
Was she dreaming?
At that moment, a hand fell on her shoulder, pulling her into an embrace.
