林薇晃了晃脑袋，-setting off a wave of dizziness. She blinked a few times, trying to focus on the blurry surroundings. The dim room, thick with the smell of medicine, reminded her she was in a hospital bed.

A young man with sharp eyes, who seemed familiar, sat on the edge of the bed. His handsome face was full of anxiety. "Vi, you're awake." His voice was rough, as if he hadn't slept properly for days.

林薇 frowned, her memory returning bit by bit. The fire, the screams, and the burning pain. She was grateful she didn't remember more. At least she didn't know what would happen next.

The man's name was Chen Feng, her ex-boyfriend. He had always been jealous and possessive. After their breakup, he had become even more aggressive. Together with a few of his friends, he had set fire to the house where she lived, trying to drive her to death.

"Chen Feng?"林薇's voice was hoarse, her eyes filled with hatred. "What do you want?"

Chen Feng's face turned pale. He knew he had been at fault. He had expected to scare her, to force her back into his arms. But he hadn't expected her to be so strong.