He opened it and glanced inside. It was filled with bottles and jars.
There were also some small, sharp blades, but they looked like they were for trimming eyebrows or shaving, so he left them alone.
He put the tools away and returned to his cabin.
The cabin was still silent. No one spoke.
Zhou Zhengze, on the other hand, was carefully watching Fang Shuwen's eyes. When he saw that the twitching had stopped, he let out a huge sigh of relief.
Fang Shuwen tossed the tools to Lu Ying'er, then turned to Luo Shuqing.
"That conical hat of yours is too conspicuous. Take it off."
"Unless Qingxiao Pavilion has some rule against showing your face?"
"N-no, it's not that. I... I'm just... not very good-looking."
Luo Shuqing wrung her hands again. After taking a deep breath, she finally removed her hat.
Fang Shuwen was also a little curious about what she looked like.
