Smashed? Broken?
Shang Qinghan couldn't accept it; her vision blurred, and she asked in a state of utter despair, "How did it break?"
"It broke accidentally during a kiss, how else could it have broken?"
Shang Linyuan's attitude towards Shang Qinghan was extremely hostile, and his words were full of aggression.
It's easy to deduce from Shang Qinghan's words that he's the one who turned Jinjin into this.
If we think about it even more maliciously, wasn't it him who turned Jinjin into a drug person?
Shang Qinghan, clinging to a sliver of hope, questioned, "You're lying to me, aren't you? That hairpin is priceless, how could you break it?"
"Don't believe me? See for yourself."
After saying that, Shang Linyuan threw the white cloth-covered hairpin he was holding at Shang Qinghan's feet.
With a "crash," the hairpin shattered even more severely than before.
Shang Qinghan's face darkened.
Shang Linyuan, however, had a smile in his eyes, and the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up.
He had initially thought this hair ornament was some important item, and he regretted it for a while, wanting to put it away and properly repair it for Jinjin.
If he had known it was a gift, he wouldn't have even let Jinjin wear it.
dirty!
Shang Qinghan was furious: "I got back the hairpin with eight hundred taels of gold, and you just smash it like that..."
"What, did I do something wrong? Did I upset Junior Uncle?"
Just as Shang Qinghan was about to get angry, Si Jin interrupted him gently.
His previously irritable voice seemed to freeze, cooling down in an instant.
Because Shang Qinghan saw that Si Jin had taken out his peach blossom folding fan.
She immediately took two steps back in alarm: "Jinjin, what... what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Si Jin's eyes were red, and within moments, a few tears welled up in them.
They look docile and pitiful.
This was the original owner's habit, because Shang Qinghan told him that as a strong person, one must know how to protect the weak and have compassion for all living beings.
However, the original owner was born with a weak ability to perceive emotions, and over the years, no one had truly been kind to him.
He didn't know what compassion was, so he began to practice shedding tears over and over again.
When I see others suffering, I always shed a couple of symbolic tears to show my compassion and mercy.
Si Jin continued, "My junior uncle has been teaching me diligently since I was a child. It was my fault; I shouldn't have upset him."
"But I really... really don't know how to comfort people."
As she spoke, a tear fell from her eye.
Tears streaming down her face, she was breathtakingly beautiful: "Then let me use this fan to cut off Junior Uncle's neck and send him to the Western Paradise to atone for my mistake."
"No! Jinjin! Junior Uncle is happy, very happy!"
Shang Qinghan quickly stopped him, his voice trembling as he spoke.
My legs were trembling involuntarily, and I managed to force a smile.
Suddenly, she regretted the ideas she had instilled in Si Jin.
He knew that the child was naturally less sensitive to emotions.
Tell him that all people suffer and that killing is a form of redemption.
God, killing someone is salvation.
He never imagined that this would come back to haunt him!
Si Jin seemed still immersed in sadness, tears streaming down her face, making her inexplicably pitiful.
"As for the hair ornament... I feel so guilty. No matter how I think about it, killing my junior uncle is even worse..."
"It's alright, it's alright, Jinjin."
Shang Qinghan quickly put on a smile and stepped forward to comfort her: "Junior Uncle doesn't care about the hair ornaments, it's good that you're alright."
As he spoke, he reached out to pat Si Jin's shoulder.
Once again, my hand was flung away.
He was left far behind by Shang Linyuan.
The boy's voice was cold and sharp; though he was young, his menacing aura was enough to chill people to the bone.
"It's good that you don't care about the hairpin anymore. It's chilly at night, and Jinjin is crying so hard, so I'll take him back to his room first."
After saying that, ignoring Shang Qinghan's extremely ugly expression, she took Si Jin back to her bedchamber.
Place the person on the couch and carefully wipe away their tears.
She gently coaxed, "Jinjin, don't cry."
"Don't shed tears for people who aren't worth it, understand?"
As he was wiping, Si Jin took his hand.
The warmth of the man's palm seeped through his skin and slowly seeped into his heart.
He heard Si Jin ask, "Then what kind of person is worthy? Does A Yuan... count?"
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