Anyway, the person he wanted to give it to wouldn't want it anymore.
Since that is the case, what else needs to be taken?
Back then, it was his own lack of cherishing, now he wants to make amends, but there's no chance left!
Old Master Luo walked away with heavy steps.
Shortly after he left, a figure suddenly appeared at the spot where he had been standing.
Seeing the wooden hairpin embedded in the floor, that person raised their hand and summoned it.
In an instant, the wooden hairpin was in her hand.
The moonlight from the dark night pierced through the clouds at that moment, illuminating the person's face.
Her beauty was breathtaking, majestic and dignified, yet sharp and composed—it was none other than Empress Dowager Yanxi!
Her delicate hand held the wooden hairpin, her grip tightening and loosening several times, eventually keeping the hairpin pressed against her chest before turning to leave.
