The hairpin was carved with a smoke-cloud pattern, meticulously chosen by Chen Yi.
Even without looking, just by tracing its outline, Yin Weiyin could recognize this hairpin's design.
He hadn't selected those scholarly motifs like plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, or chrysanthemums, nor had he chosen grand symbols like peonies or phoenixes. It wasn't even a green lotus. Instead, he picked the smoke-cloud pattern, symbolizing the vastness of the heavens...
How much thought had he truly put into this?
Yin Weiyin pondered in her heart as a warm current surged through her. Her lips curved slightly, displaying a trace of smugness.
When she calculated it, from their first meeting at Baihua Building, they had only known each other for a few days. Since their physical encounter in the underground palace, how long had it been? Merely three or four months.
And yet, he had already fallen to such an extent.
