Qin Xianglian's face felt slightly hot. She lowered her head a bit, feeling a bit embarrassed by Jiang Xiaobai's praise.
"Alright, you've achieved your goal. Can I go now?"
Jiang Xiaobai put the remaining hairpins and silk scarves into a bag and handed it to Qin Xianglian, saying, "Auntie, these are for you. They're not worth much, but you can take them home and use them."
This time, Qin Xianglian did not refuse. She took the bag Jiang Xiaobai gave her and left. On the surface, she appeared calm, but inside, she was a tumult of emotions. Jiang Xiaobai always had a way of stirring her feelings. Qin Xianglian didn't know how long she could resist this temptation.
Back at home, Qin Xianglian shut the door, sat at her dressing table, and poured out all the hairpins and silk scarves from the bag. She sat there, in front of the mirror, trying each of them on.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
