C53 broth

Ye Qiongjiang depressingly took out the hairpin Fang Chun had meticulously selected from her head and placed it on the dressing table.

"Don't you like these hairpins?" Fang Chun was not sure about her meaning, but seeing her black hair that was tied up high, without any ornaments, it made her seem even more black, her skin like snow, as if removing the ornaments of gold and jade