The room fell silent, the audience was almost barely breathing as they listened. There was something in the way he talked about it that made them want to hear more while feeling sorry for him at the same time.
Mo Liang adjusted the microphone and he looked out to the many expectant eyes and said, "I never thought that I would be sitting here today. I was sure that my life--my story would end in that fire. Sometimes when I close my eyes at night, I still see those flames. For six years after that day, I could not stomach the smell of any kind of smoke. Even walking past someone smoking would make me vomit. I was plagued with nightmares."
The audience leaned in, breathless. This was the first time they were hearing the details of the fire from the horse's mouth. Mo Liang had been a child at the time, interviews had been banned by the police. Now, the tap had been opened and they would drink until they burst.
