A pearl was left on the table.
This pearl was not as large nor as lustrous as the one before, and might not be worth much, but it was exceptionally beautiful and perfectly suitable for making a hairpin.
Clearly, this pearl had been left by Ye Qinghong, who had also heeded the other party's advice, fearing that they would not accept it, so he opted for a less conspicuous one as a gift.
The girl picked up the pearl, gazing at it intently before smiling sweetly. In the rain, her smile seemed so green yet so beautiful.
Then, she carefully tucked the pearl away into her sleeve as if storing a treasure, humming a tune and going about her work with vitality.
She looked sunny and cheerful, no longer showing the dimness and loss of moments before.
Grandpa was wrong, and so was everyone else.
The elder brother and sister were indeed noble people, celestial couples too, but they didn't look down on this humble girl. Instead, they were very kind, so very kind.
