"…Where did you find this?" Chu Jing's voice lowered, losing its earlier playful tone.
Xiao Mu blinked, genuinely confused by her sudden reaction. "What's wrong?"
Before she could say anything more, Chu Jing leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him.
"Thank you, Xiao Mu… I love it. This hairpin… It's very important to me."
Leng Shuang felt the fabric at her shoulder grow damp.
Chu Jing was crying.
For a moment, she was completely caught off guard. It was just a hairpin, something she had taken out of convenience. Yet the reaction she received was far beyond anything she had expected.
Still, maintaining Xiao Mu's persona, she gently patted Chu Jing's back and spoke in a softer voice, "Can you tell me what happened, Sister Jing? I don't think an ordinary hairpin would make you react like this."
Chu Jing slowly pulled back, though her eyes were still slightly red. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she held the hairpin carefully in her hands.
