But as she rambled on and on about it, it was as if she had found an outlet for her emotions. At this moment, Zhao Xuerou became happier and happier as she talked, as if she had grasped a ray of sunshine in her life.
It's her...
A warmth I haven't felt in a long time.
At this moment, the light of life returned to her. Even though the whole room was shrouded in darkness, she no longer felt gloomy.
She wrapped her arms around Jiang Cheng, clasping her hands together at his sides. Every movement of Zhao Xuerou's seemed to be pushing the man in front of her into her body, as if she wanted to become one with him.
At the same time, she continued.
“I remember my eyes lit up the moment I saw that stall. No girl could resist an antique hairpin. The saying, ‘If you give me a jade hairpin, I will tie up my long hair for you,’ is naturally the most beautiful sentiment. So I immediately took a liking to that ebony hairpin. But we hadn’t officially started dating yet, and I didn’t want to buy it myself. After all… girls can’t always let go of certain so-called pride, you know?”
Zhao Xuerou smiled slightly and lowered her head, leaning on Jiang Cheng's shoulder again: "But you saw through my thoughts at a glance. While I was bending down to tie my shoelaces, you went over and bought that hairpin in a few steps. Later I found out that the hairpin was made of special materials and was handmade. It cost you almost a month's living expenses, but you never complained to me. You gave me everything you could just to fulfill my little wish."
Zhao Xuerou's tone was filled with tenderness and emotion as she gently rubbed her cheek against Jiang Cheng's ear: "I'm really, really touched."
Before Jiang Cheng could react, Zhao Xuerou stood up and walked slowly to the dressing table next to her. She stood still and looked at her long, black hair in the mirror.
“At that time, I was standing on the bustling street. When the old man saw that you had bought the hairpin and that you were running over to give it to me with great joy, he waved to us and told us to come over. He told you that a hairpin given to a girl must be put on by you yourself. Then he pulled me to sit on a small chair next to him and taught me how to tie up my long hair. Your hands were really clumsy and pulled my scalp so hard, but when I heard your careful and apologetic 'I'm sorry,' I couldn't say a word of complaint.”
Zhao Xuerou smiled helplessly and turned to look at Jiang Cheng: "But I really didn't expect that you would actually learn it. When I touched the hairpin behind my head, I felt that everything around me disappeared. It seemed that only the two of us remained on the noisy street, as if you had carved out a little world just for the two of us in the secular world. Can you understand how I felt at that time?"
As she spoke, she reached out and took Jiang Cheng's hand, gently placing it on her heart: "Do you know? My heart was beating just as fast back then as it is now."
The delicate touch under his hands made Jiang Cheng uneasy.
But in the end, he still couldn't break free from Zhao Xuerou's hand, and could only silently feel the "thump-thump" of his heartbeat coming from beneath his skin and bones.
The heartbeats, one after another, struck Jiang Cheng's heart like heavy hammers, almost knocking him out of his mind and making him lose his ability to think clearly.
"I've kept that hairpin until now."
Zhao Xuerou's voice broke the silence of the night sky, and Jiang Cheng also put his hand down, quietly watching her next move.
It seemed as if some invisible force had appeared in the air, and a somewhat distorted magnetic field was also displayed before Jiang Cheng's eyes.
He knew that what he had been searching for had finally appeared.
But at this moment, Jiang Cheng showed no joy in his eyes, and simply stayed silently by Zhao Xuerou's side.
Both the guilt in his heart and the endless memories weighed heavily on his shoulders, making it hard for him to breathe.
Zhao Xuerou bent down and took out the ebony hairpin from a small red makeup box at the bottom of the dressing table, then handed it back to Jiang Cheng: "You... please style my hair again."
This time, Zhao Xuerou spoke differently than before. In order to prevent Jiang Cheng from being restricted in any way, she would always ask him with questions to gauge his attitude. But this time, Zhao Xuerou's attitude was extremely firm, and her eyes were sparkling with emotion.
Jiang Cheng naturally wouldn't refuse Zhao Xuerou's request. He silently accepted the hairpin she handed him, feeling its warm touch as he reached out and lifted Zhao Xuerou's seaweed-like long hair.
"Youthful beauty shines like peach blossoms and plums, a gentleman is adorned with flowers in his hair." Zhao Xuerou murmured, her back to Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng naturally understood the meaning of the poem, but he still remained silent.
This hairpin is where the "projection" of the dream dimension is located.
From the moment Jiang Cheng came into contact with the hairpin, he began to slowly merge with the projection.
After finishing styling his hair, Jiang Cheng felt the progress of their union and then said in a hoarse voice, "Shall we... hug?"
It seemed that Jiang Cheng's throat was very thick from not speaking for a long time, so his voice was extremely hoarse. However, the boundless emotions contained in his voice made Zhao Xuerou, who had not felt warmth for a long time, light up her eyes.
Even though she missed Jiang Cheng's embrace terribly, a hint of confusion still flashed through Zhao Xuerou's mind.
Why is he acting so strangely?
"What's wrong?" she asked, turning around in confusion.
Jiang Cheng didn't respond, only lowered his eyes and said, "Let's hug now."
"What exactly happened?" Zhao Xuerou was even a little scared. She reached out and grabbed Jiang Cheng's elbow, asking nervously.
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