Perhaps it was because dragging those corpses was very laborious. Originally, he was wearing a thick, lightweight jacket, but now it was tied around his waist, and he was left in a gray wool sweater with the collar of a white shirt peeking out.
Both sleeves were rolled up, revealing his fair and muscular arms, with beautifully defined muscles that clearly contained strength.
Maybe he had cleaned up in the distance earlier, his shoes were spotless, without a trace of blood, just like the ground in front of them now—apart from the natural unevenness, it looked very clean and tidy, all pure white.
Seeing Tian Tian rubbing her hands with snow, Shen Tiancheng quickly walked over to her and suddenly grabbed her hands, holding her cold, red hands in his palms.
The warmth from his hands momentarily spread through her palms, and Tian Tian tried to pull away instinctively, but Shen Tiancheng's grip was strong, leaving her unable to escape.
"Let go of me!"
