Rong Haiyue noticed that he became weaker and dizzier. However, he could not give up. This girl, this girl that looked extremely like Rong Xuan… Her features were delicate. Although she looked pale, she looked almost exactly the same as the young version of Rong Xuan.
“Song Yifan’s daughter…” His eyes red, he smiled out of self-mockery. After resting for a while, he helped Su Qianci up and said with guilt, “sorry, I have to do this.” He looked away and took her drenched down coat off.
She felt her coat was being taken off, but she could not fight it. Before her finger even touched the intruder, she lost her strength.
“Please don’t…” She blacked out.
Rong Haiyue put her on his shoulder and thought she was being delirious from a fever. He got up and went ashore quickly. The wind was cold that night. He shuddered. Climbing up with great difficulty, he could feel his legs shaking. No, he could no longer do it… He put Su Qianci down and stumbled to the roadside. A van happened to approach. Rong Haiyue brought them to the center of the street. Although he could hardly manage to stand straight, something made him go there and wave his arms.