The woman before him had withdrawn a wooden hairpin. The hairpin was very ordinary, and it was just one that had been crafted from ordinary wood. The reason Yang Ye lost his composure was that he recognized it. This hairpin was something he’d personally carved for his mother all those years ago. He’d carved two at that time, and he’d given one to Little Yao while he gave the other to his mother.

This hairpin before him was the exact same hairpin he’d given his mother!

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