"A-Jin," Chu Qingmeng felt her hair was poking her neck a bit, pressed down by Mo Liujin just moments ago, and only now remembered the hairpin. "Where is my hairpin? Help me tie up my hair, it's so hot."
Mo Liujin took the hairpin from his tunic and re-tied her hair for her, a thousand thoughts running through his mind. He realized he had never really given Qingmeng anything. The truth was, Chu Qingmeng cared little for jewelry or accessories, always preferring things as simple as possible. Even her everyday hairpins were the plainest wooden ones, which was why he had all but overlooked the matter. A hairpin—Mo Liujin smiled softly to himself. He had been foolish; no matter what, she should have such things.
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Chapter 282