C97 The Sea of Apricots

Mo Ruyan had always been perceptive and considerate. Noticing Nan Yanwu's furrowed brow under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he turned and lifted the carriage curtain, retrieving two scarves. "You both might want to cover your faces. It’s not very convenient here and might dampen your shopping mood."

"Thank you," Nan Yanwu said softly, accepting the scarf and covering her face