Class started.
A strand of Zhang Ningzhi's hair fell down, blocking her view. Annoyed by the hassle, she decisively took out a purple hairpin.
Completely white, with purple stitches.
This was given to her by Jiang Nian last time, and she really liked it. Usually, she carefully stored it, placing it in the drawer.
But no matter how good something is, you have to use it, right?
With a snap, that strand of hair was pinned in place. It behaved instantly and couldn't fall freely anymore.
Seeing her take out a small mirror, Jiang Nian couldn't help but ask.
"Showing off?"
"Of course not!!" Zhang Ningzhi puffed her cheeks in annoyance, glaring at him, "I just want to see if the hairpin is crooked."
"It's not crooked."
"Hmph! I don't believe you!" The young girl always found a reason to admire herself in the mirror.
Really pretty.
The more Zhang Ningzhi looked, the more satisfied she felt, her face a bit flushed. Jiang Nian did have a good eye; he got it spot on.
