The crowd looked towards that object, a wooden hairpin, featuring rhododendron flowers, the carving was rough, but it was old.
"Peachwood hairpin?"
Li Silang's pupils involuntarily contracted, he quickly grabbed that peachwood hairpin, examining it up and down, his eyes full of panic.
"Where did you get this thing from?"
Grandpa Fang pointed at his own leg, "I am a retired veteran from the battlefield, my leg was broken, and after returning, I couldn't find my family and had to rely on begging to survive.
One spring ten years ago, I was begging at the back door of Li Chun Courtyard, when a young woman pleaded with tears for me to take away the child.
She was sad and upset for a long time, gave me some broken silver, asked me not to inquire her name, and only said to raise him well."
"Did she also give you the wooden hairpin?"
