"Okay." Gong Sirui smiled indulgently and reached up to touch her head.
Then he frowned, "Yuexian, why aren't you wearing your hair clip today?"
Her style was always a cutesy, girlish look, and she liked to pin an exquisite hair clip to her hair. He always enjoyed teasing her little hair clip, and it felt odd not to see it today.
Yan Yuexian paused, "I did wear it."
As she spoke, she reached up to touch her hair, "Oh, where's my hair clip?"
After searching for a few moments without finding it, she started to panic, "Oh no, I might have lost it. What should I do?"
"Don't worry, which hair clip were you wearing?"
"It was the one you gave me, the one you designed yourself," Yan Yuexian said with a hint of shyness in her urgency.
It was a token of their relationship.
Gong Sirui furrowed his brows, "Maybe it's lost. Let's look for it."
Xia Weibao stood nearby, her gaze seemingly casual, yet she was attentively observing Yan Yuexian's expressions, which did not seem fake.
