The silver hairpin glimmered faintly under the sun, and the gem-encrusted butterfly at its tip still spread its wings as if it were about to take flight at any moment.
The hairpin was naturally retrieved by someone Yu Zexiao had sent to his room. Knowing the ship wouldn't keep silent and Yu Zexiao had left, Ling Yichuan hadn't seen where he had gone during the recent chaos and, fearing for his safety, immediately sent someone to find him.
When they reached Yu Zexiao's room, they didn't find him, but they did find this hairpin.
So he brought the hairpin with him, and right now, he handed it to Jian Anning! At the same time, his slightly raised peach blossom eyes were seriously gazing at her, trying to detect the slightest expression on her face!
Jian Anning, of course, noticed the hairpin. It was something she had bought herself, and she took it naturally: "I couldn't find it when I got up this morning. I thought I had lost it. Thank you."
