Su Yunian opened the door and saw a certain wooden general staring blankly at a golden hairpin and smiled.
"Is this golden hairpin the general's favorite?"
"Well, I met him once when I was a child, but I haven't seen him since." Lin Zhaotan said openly and put away the gold hairpin.
"This golden hairpin looks familiar. Maybe I can help the general find this person."
"Seriously?" Lin Zhao looked at Su Yunian with a happy face. It was rare that he found him pleasing to the eye.
Su Yunian nodded and lowered his eyes - it was really a piece of wood, rotten wood cannot be carved.