Just then, Xiao Qiao, who had been sitting silently at the side, suddenly raised something with both hands. She held the item out in front of them, much like unfurling a piece of clothing. At first glance, it looked like a black sleeve. "There's a way," she said.
She glanced at Gu Mian as she spoke, "I'll cover my head, or you cover yours. Or we can all cover our heads."
What she held was a mask.
It was a rather crude mask. Gu Mian suspected she had cut a few holes in a very stretchy black sock to serve as one.
Gu Mian was speechless. "..."
To be honest, he thought a player suddenly appearing in the crowd with a black sock on their head would be the most conspicuous thing.
Let alone an entire group of people all donning black sock masks.
"It's not Christmas. Why would we put socks on our heads?" Gu Mian immediately rejected the bizarre suggestion.
