She never expected Min Ning would make a move to snatch it.
Her hair suddenly loosened and fell, Yin Weiyin's eyes filled with fury and shock. Under her gaze, Min Ning leisurely placed the hairpin into his hair.
Min Ning already wore a simple ponytail, but once the misty cloud-patterned hairpin was secured, it became the finishing touch—its faint silvery gleam flickering among the shifting shadows of leaves. What made Yin Weiyin even more uneasy was how... surprisingly fitting the hairpin looked on Min Ning.
How could this be allowed?
The female crown was inwardly livid and instinctively reached out her hand but immediately withdrew it. Thoughts churned wildly in her mind before she composed herself and said coolly:
"Since you want it that badly, I'll lend it to you."
Min Ning merely smiled faintly, not caring about her thoughts, and turned to leave.
Staring at his smug retreating figure, Yin Weiyin quietly clenched her fists.
