The two of them stopped talking, and Ling Momo stared into the darkness toward Li Qingshen's direction, her gaze gradually becoming somewhat hazy.
In her head swam the scene on the airplane where he had covered her with a blanket himself, as well as every little detail that had happened during this time, and when she had her period, writhing in agony, he warmed her belly. There was also that morning when he handed her a cup of hot milk bearing his own body's warmth, and just now, when Li Qingshen washed her undergarments amidst the ice and snow...
In that moment, Ling Momo was exceedingly sure and certain that Li Qingshen was indeed very good to her... This kind of goodness was the genuine kind...
But why would he be so good to her?
Was it because she was his student, and he was fulfilling a teacher's duties and responsibilities?
But no, Li Qingshen clearly was not that kind of person...
Perhaps because he wanted perfection and did not want a flawed product?
