"Junior Brother Yun, there's no need, I already have a hairpin."
As Ning Miaomiao was lost in self-pity, the cold and detached voice of Qin Xueyan drifted up from below.
Yun Feihong looked somewhat in disbelief. "Senior Sister Qin, this red wooden hairpin of yours is so plain and entirely devoid of any utility; how could it ever compare to a ten-thousand-year cold jade hairpin? Besides, I went to great lengths to get this cold jade hairpin—"
Chapter 131