A-Qiao noticed her expression shift suddenly and asked in confusion, "What’s wrong, sister? This hairpin... do you not like it?"
Weimo’s knuckles turned white as she clutched the hairpin tightly; the small pearls on the butterfly wings dug into her palm, causing a sharp sting. She lowered her eyes. On the inner side of the butterfly wing was a faint, shallow scratch—a mark of her own childhood mischief, made by a stone.
Her fingertips traced the mark unconsciously. In her past life, Su Wanzhao had never brought this out. Why send it to her now? Was it a threat? A test? Or some deeper conspiracy she hadn't yet unraveled?
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