The man crouched in a cave, took out a wooden hairpin from a tattered little bundle. This wooden hairpin… His wife had bought them all at once back then, one each, and he had kept his safely.
Actually, the first time his wife bought a wooden hairpin, she gave it to Yixuan. Yue Ning was very jealous of Yixuan, even threw a tantrum with his wife over it. In fact, he was also jealous, but no one knew, no one could see his envy.
The moonlight was dim, making it hard to see, but he had long been familiar with the style of this wooden hairpin. Grasping the wooden hairpin, he sat at the cave entrance for a long time, then tidied his messy hair and pinned it with the wooden hairpin.
The wood brought back from outside earlier was still there; he pulled it over and continued to drill wood to make fire as he did during the day. Perhaps because he had some previous experience, this time it was much easier.
