Zheng Qing entered the room, her gaze sweeping over the interior until she saw Li Changzhou leisurely sitting in his rocking chair.
(He's more composed than this morning, he might have exchanged for a skill.) The voice by her ear said.
Her gaze shifted, landing on Yang Qinglan.
Yang Qinglan's long hair was pinned up behind her head, showcasing her snow-white, slender neck and an air of noble elegance, much like an Immortal Crane.
As a woman herself, Zheng Qing was profoundly moved by her stunning beauty and graceful charm.
(Hairpin!)
Only now did Zheng Qing notice the hairpin among Yang Qinglan's luscious black locks—it was black without illumination but jade-colored when light brushed over it.
Its design was somewhat odd, not ugly, but quite beautiful, just not like a typical hairpin.
That feeling was like...
(A weapon disguised as a hairpin to save the time it would take to retrieve it from a backpack.)
