He carried her out the door.
...
In the jeep.
Vice Officer Li was driving in the front, while Feng Yueming held Mi Yao in the backseat. The woman's hands were so cold, he clasped her two small, boneless hands in his palms and rubbed them forcefully, trying to warm her.
"Why are they still so cold?" Feng Yueming wrapped Mi Yao in his coat, then shouted at Vice Officer Li in the front, "She's cold, turn on the heater quickly!"
"Yes, Young Commander!" Vice Officer Li turned on the heater.
Feng Yueming pressed his handsome cheek against Mi Yao's ice-cold little face, his breath trembling, "Mi Yao, you must hold on. It's okay, I won't hold this escape against you this time. I won't go after your father and Ma Luosong either, just wake up."
"Mi Yao, why, why did you do this? What do you want me to do?" Feng Yueming buried his crimson and helpless eyes in her hair, murmuring in agony, "I'm sorry, truly sorry..."
