Li Changyu watched Juhua's happy expression and the loving glance she gave Huai Zi. A mix of complicated feelings churned inside him—it was as if he didn't understand Juhua at all.
'The things Huai Zi did, which he found ridiculous and tacky, had completely won Juhua's heart. He was sure that the wooden hairpin Huai Zi bought was for Juhua—that's the sort of thing you give a young girl, after all—but he never took it out.'
'Could he have bought that wooden hairpin for his mother?'
Flustered, Li Changyu glanced at Juhua's head, where her hair was neatly tied back in a thick, practical braid—without a single ornament.
'She was different from the young ladies in town. The town ladies all wore their hair in various beautiful styles, adorned with hairpins and rings of gold, silver, or jade. That wooden hairpin really would be of no use to her.'
