Di Mingzhe suddenly stood up, peered into the distance and noticed a small gully ahead, which appeared to be filled with spring water.
"Let's go clean up a little," he suggested, turning to Di Xiaxia.
She was covered in grazes and faint traces of blood. It must have been uncomfortable for her.
Di Xiaxia was taken aback, and instinctively looked up at Di Mingzhe.
He was tall and had a fantastic physique. His white shirt gave him an ethereal, immaculate aura. His short, neat hair shimmered with subtle charm. His face was as bright as the moon with brows and eyes resembling a painting. He seemed like an untainted celestial being exuding a lofty, noble beauty that people dare not desecrate.
Sensing that she was merely staring at him without saying a word, Di Mingzhe raised an eyebrow, "Hm?"
"Oh." Surprised, Di Xiaxia quickly nodded.
Before she could even finish the nod, Di Mingzhe bent over abruptly and hoisted her into his strong arms.
