Yan Xing's words resonated with a sense of reason and understanding. Zhao Ling couldn't deny the truth in his statement. Breaking the bond with the silver hairpin would indeed prove to be a challenging task. Yet, she found herself perplexed by how she had become bound to the hairpin in the first place. It seemed like a mystery shrouded in the enigmatic threads of fate.
Meeting Yan Xing's gaze, Zhao Ling's eyes sparkled with determination as she affirmed her commitment. "Very well," she said, her voice filled with resolute assurance. "I will keep the hairpin safe for now, and I give you my word that it will be returned to you in the future."
With a graceful gesture, Zhao Ling skillfully inserted the silver hairpin into her lustrous hair, where it gleamed in the strands like a hidden treasure.
