Qi Yue felt entirely distressed.
With her exceptional memory, the hairpin in front of her was unmistakably the one she had seen, the same one that Liao Ruyan had once worn in her hair.
But how did it end up in Zhao Xiyan's hands again?
"Yueyue, you're back? What did mother say?"
Lost in her daze, Qi Yue saw Zhao Xiyan already sitting up, smiling broadly at her.
Qi Yue furrowed her brows and lifted the bundle in her hand.
"Mother made some clothes for me."
Zhao Xiyan smiled too and beckoned her over.
"Yueyue, it just so happens that I have something for you as well."
A bad premonition washed over Qi Yue, and the words slipped from her mouth.
"You're not thinking of giving me a hairpin, are you?"
"Did Yueyue see it?" Zhao Xiyan asked in surprise, presenting the hairpin in hand, "I carved this earlier to give to you, but I never had the chance. Today is perfect."
A strong refusal surged from within, and Qi Yue waved her hands repeatedly.