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At night, Bai Yixuan heard the story of the hairpin.

In the end, she still gave the hairpin to white mother, who looked at Bai Yixuan and sighed suddenly. She extended her hand and caressed Bai Yixuan's hair, "Xuan Er, do you want to hear the story of the hairpin?"

"I want to hear it." Bai Yixuan said.

Her memories of Bai Yixuan were still a little disordered