Qingcao scurried all the way into Wu Yue's room, waving a small, smoothly polished wooden board in her hand. "Yue, look what I brought you."
Hearing her voice, Wu Yue turned around in delight.
"What the hell?! What are you doing with a wooden board?"
She simply couldn't believe her eyes.
Seeing her friend staring in horror at the board in her hand, Qingcao couldn't help but feel a sliver of pride. 'Yue's tribe probably doesn't even have wooden boards this well-polished.'
She then generously held the object out to Wu Yue. "We all use this when we bleed."
Staring at the wooden board in front of her, Wu Yue wiped her face. "How... how do you use this?"
Qingcao chuckled and glanced at her legs. "When the blood runs down, you just use this board to scrape it off! You have no idea, I had to pester Amu for ages before she agreed to polish this for me."
'Scrape it off with a wooden board!'
The phrase echoed in Wu Yue's mind like a curse.
