Yu Wenqian thought for a moment and said, "This thing, like the veils they wear, can prevent you from inhaling the toxic miasma."
"Oh?"
Shang Ruyi looked at it with confusion and pointed at the cotton strings on both sides: "What are these used for?"
Yu Wenqian replied, "These can be hung over the ears, making it less likely to fall off."
"Really?"
Seeing Shang Ruyi still hesitating, Yu Wenqian smiled lightly, "Let me teach you."
After speaking, he picked up the cotton cloth and brought it towards Shang Ruyi's face. Shang Ruyi instinctively stepped back, but he had already hooked the crescent-shaped strings behind her ears, gently rubbing her earlobes with his palm before letting go.
Indeed, the cloth fitted perfectly on her face, much more convenient than those veils tied at the back of the head.
"...!"
Shang Ruyi looked in astonishment, surprised both by the thing and by Yu Wenqian's action.
How could he—
