"Is this yours?" Pei Qinghan asked faintly, his voice barely audible yet tinged with a tremor.
Bai Xiangxiang nodded with a smile, "In my jewelry box, of course it's mine."
She picked up the butterfly hairpin and placed it beside her ear, turning around with a radiant smile, "Does it look good?"
Pei Qinghan did not look at her face, his gaze fixed instead on the butterfly hairpin by her ear. The wings of the butterfly swayed gently with the girl's movements, tracing a very regular arc, slowly pulling him into that dreamy world.
Some fragment flashed through his mind, but it was so quick that he couldn't catch it. He raised his hand to rub his brow, suddenly asking, "This hairpin is supposed to be a pair, right?"
