"...What is it?"
"First, close your eyes." Ye Qi smiled mysteriously.
"Mm..." Wen Xiao'ai obediently closed her eyes.
Ye Qi looked at Wen Xiao'ai with her eyes closed, and his smile slowly faded, replaced by sadness and sorrow.
He couldn't help but raise his hand, reaching towards her face.
Wen Xiao'ai seemed to sense something.
That instinctive slight frown—its meaning, unknown.
But it was precisely this ambiguous frown that stopped Ye Qi's hand next to her face, no longer daring to get closer, nor daring to touch.
He gazed at Wen Xiao'ai, his eyes filled with pain and reluctance, yet all he could do was swallow his words along with the bitterness, unable to say anything.
Slowly withdrawing his hand, Ye Qi restrained his emotions.
"Alright, you can open your eyes and take a look."
Upon hearing Ye Qi's words, Wen Xiao'ai immediately opened her eyes.
Before her was a hairpin, full of spiritual energy, quite beautiful.
