She walked over, and Mrs. Qin wiped away her tears upon hearing the sound, instinctively hiding the item in her hand.
Gu Zhi slightly lowered her eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Mrs. Qin looked up, forcing a smile, "Zhi Zhi, the bed is all made up, it's clean, have a good sleep tonight."
Gu Zhi narrowed her eyes, "Did the Gu Family say something to you?"
"No," Mrs. Qin sat back down and took out the item in her hand, "Mom just saw this hairpin and thought of you when you were little."
Gu Zhi glanced at it and reached out to take it. It was a small pink hairpin, a style from more than ten years ago.
"Over the years, you've suffered so much with us." Mrs. Qin couldn't help but feel a sharp pang at her nose, tears flowing down, "Clearly, you're the daughter of the Gu Family, a young lady from a wealthy family, yet you had to suffer with us. Dad and Mom couldn't even afford to buy you a hairpin that girls like."
