Chapter 392: 392

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 .

Don’t touch me… Please…

Tears fell from her eyes, but she could not even struggle . Her sweater was taken off as well . Her heart trembled as if it had been stricken by a lightning bolt .

“Don’t…” she managed to mumble . However, her voice was so small that Rong Haiyue could not hear her at all . Throwing the sweater away, he took off his own coat as well, which could slow him down . “Don’t be scared . You will feel better soon . “

Hearing that, Su Qianci felt even more desperate . Her body was then lifted up…

No…

“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 .

Seeing the van had stopped, Rong Haiyue felt relaxed . A middle-aged man walked out of the van . Seeing Rong Haiyue being feeble, he quickly put a hand on his arm .

“Help… Someone’s back there… Help her… I am major general of the Army, Rong Haiyue…”

“Sir, I found some clothing . Man and woman’s . “

Held down by a couple of soldiers, Li Sicheng could not move . Hearing that, he looked up and saw a white long down jacket . “Let go of me!” He commanded . People around him looked at each other and released him . He walked up and took the drenched jacket . It really belonged to Su Qianci . He put it on her himself this morning . At the same time, there was a man’s coat . Seeing that coat, Li Sicheng felt familiar . He must have seen it somewhere…

“Military identification?”

Li Sicheng blinked and took the card over . The name “Rong Haiyue” caught his eye .

“Him?”