The jasper hairpin was as warm as grease. She rubbed it repeatedly, as if she wanted to carve the hairpin and that person into her heart forever. Tears fell silently, she struggled, she resisted, but in the end she could not withstand the ruthless arrangement of fate.
Opening the camphor wood box, he gently put the jade hairpin into the box, turned his face suddenly, and closed the lid suddenly with a dull sound. Slowly push away the soil layer by layer with your hands, put the box into the dug pit, and then slowly pile up the soil, and tears will fall with the soil. Farewell, my jade hairpin. Farewell, my Ruihua. Farewell, my beautiful dream...