Jenny struggled to her feet, swaying as she fished a black box from her pocket.
When Richard saw that, he quickly dragged Pearl back a few steps and got closer to the exit.
Pearl immediately recognized the object in Jenny’s hand. “She’s got a lighter!”
Anxiety washed over Richard as the scent of gas grew stronger in the air.
“Damn it! I think she wants to set this gas station on fire!”
Pearl and Richard exchanged a look before bolting out of the place as fast as they could.
“Do you really think you can escape?” Jenny slowly retrieved a piece of paper and ignited it. She then placed the burning paper on a pile of firewood she had prepared earlier.
The fire spread rapidly, gradually engulfing the surrounding objects.
Jenny found an abandoned bucket of gasoline nearby and poured it onto the fire, intensifying the blaze as if she wanted it to burn even fiercer. The flames roared, consuming everything in their path.
A deafening explosion followed the loud roar as the fire raged on.
The flames crept up Jenny’s body from her burning clothes, causing her excruciating pain as she squatted down. She laughed through her agony as the two figures in front of her grew faint.
They couldn’t escape!
But the pain was so unbearable… If her body hurt so much, maybe her heart wouldn’t hurt
The pain made her break out in a cold sweat, yet she smiled in satisfaction and contentment.
People would often recall something on the verge of their death.
The first thing that came to her mind was her younger sister. Since childhood, her sister had been frail and received constant affection from their family. One day, she had arrogantly gazed at Jenny and declared, “You’ll always be worse than me!”
Next, Jenny thought of her biased parents. They would say things like, “Your sister is sick. You should let her have her way. Give her whatever she wants. Besides, she’s better than you in every aspect. She gets better grades, she’s more likable, and she even won an international ballet award. You, on the other hand, are just an unknown performer…”
Lastly, she thought of Richard. She recalled the brilliant man she had bumped into at college. On that day, he had worn simple, neatly arranged sports attire. As he hurried past her and saw her crying miserably on a bench, he had gently said, “There’s nothing we can’t overcome. When life hits us hard, it’s to help make our lives more stable.”
Jenny had held onto that memory for a long time and had tried her best to become his girlfriend. Unfortunately, she had ultimately callously left him and thrown herself into someone else’s arms in pursuit of fame.
She asked herself now if she regretted it.
Of course, she did.
She had spent her entire life chasing fame, yet when she was on the brink of death, no one had any sympathy for her. Moreover, she had pushed her beloved further away. She had manipulated those who loved her, but she had been unable to free herself from those relationships to find warmth.
Looking back on it now, she found it all so absurd. She wondered what she had truly been pursuing.
She had been far too greedy. Love and fame couldn’t coexist.
It was her fate.
The fire crackled and roared, but it oddly brought her a sense of calm.
With a final explosion, the gas station turned into a massive inferno.`
When Esther arrived with the police, they were confronted with a distressing scene.