Li Qingshen walked over and silently sat down beside the girl; Ling Momo felt someone's presence, turned her head, and found herself face to face with Li Qingshen's stunning visage.
"Are you hungry?" Li Qingshen stared at Ling Momo for a moment before he simply spoke up to ask.
Ling Momo shook her head, then silently turned her face away again, gazing blankly at the fresh grave not far in the distance.
Li Qingshen quietly watched Ling Momo's profile for a while before speaking up again, his tone faint, "Condolences to you."
Ling Momo nodded gently, still saying nothing.
"You've been sitting for a long time, do you want to stand up and walk around? Your legs must be uncomfortable!" Li Qingshen spoke again, and Ling Momo shook her head, upon which he stopped speaking; the two just sat side by side in silence, the cold moonlight pouring down from the sky, casting their two forms onto the ground, leaving neat dual shadows.
