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Hearing these words, Mai Xiaomai suddenly felt as if she had been judging a gentleman's heart with the measure of a petty person.
Uncle Dao waited in the ancestral hall for Huang Wanrong, until he handed her father's belongings to her mother, and never had any designs on that crystal hairpin.
Logically, he shouldn't be that kind of petty person.
Mai Xiaomai was full of conflict.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Noticing her unusual silence, Dao asked with concern.
Mai Xiaomai bit her lip, "Uncle Dao, I have the key and mirror you want, but I'm not yet sure if they're real."
"Really?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Dao's tone became joyful and excited, "Quick, tell me what they're like."
Mai Xiaomai described them once.
"It should be them. It's truly fate they ended up with you."
Uncle Dao said excitedly, "You must keep them safe, I'll come over immediately to get them, then we'll go to Canglan Island to find your father."
"Uncle Dao, I want to go with you!"
