>By the Qujiang Pool, my golden hairpin fell to the ground and was picked up by Pei Yan, the number one scholar from a poor family.
>He held the hairpin and said, "This thing is precious and should match the moon among the clouds."
>But Li Zhaohua, the daughter of the prime minister, took away the hairpin in public: "The moon has entered my arms."
>Later the rebels broke through the city, and Pei Yan's blood-stained white robe protected me from the siege.
>Half of a golden hairpin fell out of his broken arm, and it actually fit perfectly with the one I had.
>"How come your hairpin... Is in your flesh and blood?"
>He kissed my blood-stained fingertips and smiled: "When you dropped the hairpin that day, I secretly broke off half of it."
>"From now on, every time your heart beats, it makes my bones and blood ache."
