"Girl or boy?"
Mr. Fang looked up, his gaze unflinching, "It's a girl."
The fire at the Luo Family was fierce.
At the time, Mr. Fang was the captain of the second firefighting team, and the entire team had been deployed for the massive fire at the Luo Family.
When he found the child in the greenhouse, she was already gasping for life, blood everywhere on the trellis and the ground. Despite the raging fire, the child's body was ice-cold, devoid of any warmth.
He had injured a hand then and could only manage to carry her on his back. It didn't take long before his entire back was soaked with blood.
It was said that she was the adopted child of the Luo Family, already fourteen years old. But how could a child from such a prominent family be so frail and tiny, so light that he felt almost no weight on his back?
Her breath was as thin as silk, muttering under her breath as she spoke.
Mr. Fang couldn't make it out, "What are you saying?"
"Jiang Zhi…"
