Under the golden sunset, Bai Lingmiao pressed her hands on the bloodstained Taoist robe soaking in the river, vigorously shaking it in the water before lifting it up and submerging it again.
She hoped to use the river water to wash away the bloodstains, but the color had long since seeped deep into the fabric, impossible to be washed away by the mere rush of the river.
And just then, two hands covered in black fur reached over, snatching the wooden stick from Bai Lingmiao's hands.
Glancing at Chun Xiaoman before her, Bai Lingmiao smiled faintly and worked in tandem with her to wash the clothes.
"Li Huowang is having another one of his spells," Chun Xiaoman said, drawing the smile gradually from Bai Lingmiao's face. She set down what she was holding, walked over to the carriage by the roadside, and saw the frenzied Li Huowang already clumsily chained up by others.
