After a long while, he came back to his senses with his face red and scratching his head, waving his hands again and again: "No, that, I don't know, this is not my handkerchief, then where did my handkerchief go?... I, I, I, oh, I really can't wash myself clean even if I jump into the Yellow River..."
He stared at the silk handkerchief with faint crabapple flower patterns embroidered on it, but he couldn't remember how he ended up with such an item. He was anxious and thought about it for a long time, and suddenly slapped his head.
"ah!"
"...What's wrong..."
"I remember now!" Asher Mo breathed a sigh of relief, took the handkerchief back from Jasper Shi's hand, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, this handkerchief is indeed not mine, I can't give it to you."
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