Chen Liao Xuan's hands shook violently at the hair ornament. But he hastily stuffed the hair ornament into his robe, This was his, and he would never give the most precious thing beyond his own life to anyone else. Moreover, until it was in Lui Anqier's hands, and Chen Liau Xuan would make the calculations for all these things he already knew. After he shrouded Liu Angier with the original, he looked at Liu Angier with displeasure. This woman who was lying in the cold indeed did not deserve his pity at all. After what he had done so insolently, now that woman had stolen his hair ornament for whatever reason. Chen Liao Xuan then left, leaving Liu Angier alone. He didn't care if Liu Angier died or recovered after he treated it.