Rong Qingze's expression turned cold, there was no time.
Grabbing a towel from the side, wetting it with water and draping it over himself, he rushed into the sea of fire without looking back.
The thick smoke entered her nose, and Rong Yanqiao's consciousness was gradually fading. The burning pain made it impossible for her to breathe, so she resigned herself and closed her eyes.
It felt so uncomfortable, was she about to die?
"Rong Qingze..."
Her cherry lips murmured lightly, unexpectedly calling out Rong Qingze's name.
The pain caused a tear to fall from the corner of her eye.
Until a pair of cold, moist arms wrapped around her waist.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"
Rong Yanqiao slowly opened her eyes. Seeing that face, her tears broke free like a flood.
"Second Uncle... It's so good, I'm still able to see you come to rescue me."
It seemed like the fire back then; Rong Qingze had rescued her just like this.
However, later on, she lost consciousness.
