"Girl..." A voice shouted from behind, "your hairpin fell off."
He turned around, and there was a tall and handsome man in gray clothes three steps away, wearing a bamboo hat, holding a silver double-butterfly hairpin, slightly extending it forward. The scenery behind the man was of misty mountains and rivers, filled with passers-by. Only his eyes were fixed on me.
Intention: A hairpin connects the dream of the past life of misty rain going south.