"Clang!"
The cup fell to the ground, and Duanmu Nan got up to pick it up.
A thin layer of clean straw was spread on the floor of the cell, which could effectively dampen the impact, and the delicate tea cup showed no signs of damage.
Duanmu Nan stared blankly at the tea cup, lost in his memories.
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"My son, you are leaving with the Valley Master this time, and you may not return; this is the hairpin I carry with me. Keep it as a memento! Remember, don't lose it!"
"Father, please don't tease me like this. I will return to honor you when I finish studying at Bailing Valley, whether I succeed or not. I don't want this hairpin!"
"Silly child, I was just saying that casually. This is our family heirloom, and also a talisman. You are the eldest son, so of course, it's yours! Take it, when out in the world, who knows what dangers you may encounter? Wear it, as if our Duanmu ancestors are protecting you!"
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