The familiar voice rang in my ears. I looked around and instantly realized I had returned.
The pain of being burned alive in my past life still lingered, making my body tremble uncontrollably.
I released Ryan’s arm and said calmly, “I won’t stop you. But if you go in, our engagement ends here.”
He glared at me, furious. “You want to break up with me?”
“Yes. Break up. Whatever happens to you afterward will no longer concern me.”
Hearing this, Ryan sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “Trying to threaten me with that? Impossible. If you want to break up, I’ll gladly oblige. Let’s see how you come crawling back, crying.”
“Even if we were married already, if you threatened me with divorce, I’d still agree.”
I neither grew angry nor upset. I only smiled faintly at him. “Good luck.”
Without my interference, he spat a few harsh words and, ignoring the firefighters’ attempts to stop him, rushed headlong into the burning building.
I remembered my past life—how the fire inside had been too fierce, and Ryan had no experience or protective gear. I had only tried to stop him for his own safety.