Huangfu Yi opened his eyes and almost got poked blind by the silver hairpin right in front of him. Turning his head, he saw it was Pei Yuhuan sleeping on his chest, drool soaking his front, with a sweet, cloying fragrance like she had been steeped in a sugar jar, her breathing normal, suggesting she hadn't been injured.
The coming of age, the beginning of ritual. At the age of fifteen or so, girls marry, at the ceremony, the hairpin is gifted.
Actually, this girl is only eight this year, far from the hairpin ceremony age, but her father feared delaying it would miss an Immortal Fate, leading to many misfortunes. Besides, in this era, there are countless centuries-old monsters reincarnating, pretending to be young. So, they hastily held the hairpin ceremony for her overnight, sending her off to learn from a master the next day.
