"Ha, I'm waiting for it, but I'm afraid you don't have the capability," Tong Xiaoxiao crossed her arms, a hint of disdain in her apricot eyes.
An Lanxin left in anger, her sleeves fluttering.
Then Tong Xiaoxiao returned to her room and sat back down by the window. She took out the glass plum blossom hairpin from her Storage Ring Space and stared at it in a daze for a long time before looking up at the bright moon in the sky and letting out a soft sigh, "Linglong dice with red beans, do you know the love that pierces to the bone..."
In the dim light, the radiance of the glass shimmered with the candlelight, reflecting on the girl's exquisitely beautiful face, tinged with a touch of melancholy.
"So this is love, don't worry, I understand."
Suddenly, the quiet room echoed with a playful girl's voice, only it sounded very familiar.
