Inside the wooden house, Ling Yu sat on the bed with a dark expression and a bleeding nose. Beside him, Mu Qingxue wore an apologetic look as she pulled out a piece of pure white fabric and gently wiped it for him.
"Huh? Where did you get this cloth? Why does the material feel so much like celestial silk?"
Sensing something was amiss, Ling Yu noticed that the texture and softness of the fabric were far beyond anything ordinary cloth could match, and besides, he didn't remember Mu Qingxue ever having such an item.
Chapter 81