When they were about to get into the carriage, they saw Zhao Wanwan standing near the courtyard gate.
She was wearing a pink dress and a wooden hairpin on her head which looked so familiar that it made Li Qinghe take a second look at it.
Zhao Wanwan reached out to touch her hairpin and smiled, "Sister, do you still remember this hairpin? When you bought it for me, I was so happy at that time that I couldn't bear to not wear it for all these years. I always felt that it was not an ordinary hairpin, but a rare token of my sister's affection for me."