The young prince focused his gaze and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, isn't that County Princess An Rou!"
Although he didn't like Han Xuan'er, he was still very anxious.
Han Xuan'er's clothing was already thin, and under the sudden cold, she was on the verge of losing consciousness.
Unknowingly, she had ended up beside Rong Heng.
In the churning water, Han Xuan'er shakily lifted an arm. She couldn't even make out who was in front of her; she could only desperately clutch a corner of Rong Heng's garment, murmuring:
"Help, save me—"
Rong Heng lowered his eyes, watching the dying young girl for a while.
Then, he bent slightly, grasped Han Xuan'er's icy hand.
With slight effort, he pried each of her fingers from his clothing.
In the depths of his jet black eyes, shadows of dark clouds swirled.
After this step, he let go of her hand, subtly exerting force in his palm to push her away.
