The hairpin looked so familiar, familiar to the point that the pink petals almost seemed to have a color of blood in Qu Moying's eyes.

A cold shiver was sent down her spine. The only warm thing left in her body was her pounding heart as her limbs felt so numb. A strong feeling of hate hit her. Memories of the past seeped from her veins, soaked in blood.

The pretty hairpin... Once, it was a cherished gift for her that carried someone's love. Now the cruel ...