The last time Cao Zhaodi had tugged at her braid, it had left her with a lingering psychological shadow. Now, seeing a hairpin that could sweep her hair up, a thought took root in her mind that she simply could not shake.
The two had been holding hands the entire time, and with Hu Lin focused on pushing forward, the atmosphere in the supply and marketing cooperative was stifling—the space was small, crowded, and hot, heavy with the stench of sweat. She just wanted to finish their shopping and leave. Thus, she was the first to notice the brief pause.
Looking back, she caught Li Aihua pulling her gaze away. Hu Lin followed Li Aihua’s previous line of sight and spotted an extremely plain wooden hairpin. It had no decorations, its surface polished smooth, with a reddish-yellow hue typical of red sandalwood. It looked like a finished piece made from leftover wood, priced at nine cents. Clearly, such an item belonged to a bygone era, which explained the remarkably low price.
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