At the referee's signal, the two contestants shook hands as a sign of respect. They wore tight, short-sleeved canvas vests on their upper bodies and baggy wrestling pants below, with overtrousers embroidered with patterns of animals and flowers.
Amidst the cheers and applause from the crowd, the two contestants showed off their skills, and after a few back-and-forths, the atmosphere grew even more intense.
Naomi Kenway was watching intently when she suddenly remembered something. She turned, about to speak, only to find Ethan Shaw staring at her, a lingering tenderness in his eyes he hadn't had time to hide.
"You... Everyone is watching the wrestling. Why are you staring at me?"
"It's a little windy here, and your hair got blown loose." Ethan Shaw skillfully gathered Naomi Kenway's hair and tied it back up for her.
Once it was tied, Naomi Kenway touched her hair. It was perfect—not too tight, not too loose. Ethan Shaw's hair-tying skills had clearly improved.
