As the burning napkins fluttered like volcanic ash, Ryan quickly embraced Winter to protect her firmly.
The fresh scent reminiscent of sunlight dizzied Winter's nose.
Hot napkin pieces fell on Ryan's arm that was covering Winter's head. Black burn marks appeared on his white shirt.
But Ryan, without even feeling the heat, quickly lifted Winter and started moving forward.
The guards who spotted the two were approaching, pushing through the people.
"Oh my, what should we do!"
"Is that okay?"
"It's not the first time, it'll go out soon."
People were pointing somewhere, forgetting even to dance.
Winter turned around to follow their gaze. As the sparks fell onto the table and floor soaked with vodka, faint wisps of smoke began to rise.
Winter urgently asked Ryan.
"Where is Hugo?"
"He must have safely gotten out from the third floor! Don't worry, let's just get out of here for now!"
Winter couldn't hide her worried look. But there was no other option in the current situation.
