Because so much of the blood had dried and hardened, it was difficult to wash; however, Li Qingshen showed not a hint of impatience and his attitude was utmost serious, as if he was dealing with something very solemn.
Ling Momo's initially awkward emotions slowly solidified and she found herself staring at Li Qingshen's figure, unable to stop herself from zoning out.
The moonlight was faint, spreading over his body like flowing clouds and water. His tall figure crouched there, yet still could not hide the innate loneliness and aloofness that emanated from his bones.
Especially now, under the enhancement of the moonlight and the white snow, his unique air of aloofness was even more intense and pronounced!
He was merely washing a thin pair of underpants, but he managed to make the movements so graceful and composed.
Under the moonlight, the man looked like a celestial being, flawless and surreally dreamlike.
