"*Cough* *cough*."
Mu Fan's ears turned slightly red. He gave the lantern to Qing Yuan and turned to leave: "I'll go get another one."
"Senior Brother Mu, there's no need. I have one here."
Qing Yuan grabbed his sleeve, and with a flicker of his right hand, a lantern appeared.
"How do you have a lantern?"
Looking at the two identical lanterns, Mu Fan felt a bewildered for a moment.'
"Just now, someone mistook me for a young girl."
Qing Yuan joked with a smile, "He lifted my mask, realizing his mistake but not before giving me a lantern as a token of apology."
"*Cough* *cough*."
Mu Fan almost coughed up a mouthful of blood, unable to suppress his cough any longer.
"Senior Brother Mu, are you alright?"
Qing Yuan lifted his mask and took two steps forward to support him.
"I'm fine."
Fortunately, Mu Fan was wearing a mask, so Qing Yuan couldn't see his burning cheeks.
"Two lanterns, one for each of us. Let's go and release them."
