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"It seems to have started about half a year ago, including her wearing those sorts of Hanfu clothing."
Tang Jin nodded.
Indeed, the glance at the airport hadn't been wrong.
"Her Hanfu seems to change very frequently, probably to conceal something? Wearing Hanfu, one wouldn't feel out of place with something sharp—something that can resonate with the psychological shadows of my aunt."
Tang Jin's childish voice was soft and sticky as she recited this.
"... that hairpin."
Tang Yichen suddenly spoke up.
"She has always worn a silver hairpin with an intricate pattern; the other hair decorations on her head are secured with hair combs and the like."
There it was again.
This feeling that was all too logical.
A strange sensation flickered through his heart.
"That could be an Object Demon; the hairpin is probably quite old, otherwise, it wouldn't have such power."
Tang Jin touched her chin.
