Qi Yu was filled with many thoughts, but in the end he only slept with his son for one night before leaving. The next morning, Xuan Yuan Ying found that his father was no longer by his side, and the little boy was immediately frightened.
She got up and went straight to Li Xiaoxiao's room. Her small figure stood at the door and knocked loudly. Li Xiaoxiao, who was inside, heard the noise and got up in her undergarments to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Xuanyuan Ying threw herself into his arms, "Mother, Father said he was going to do something important and left. Ying'er is scared."
Xuanyuan Ying was very dependent on Qi Yu. Without this man by his side, he was terrified and could only rush into his mother's arms.
Li Xiaoxiao hugged the spoiled girl tightly, then closed the door. Her heart softened; this was her precious daughter. "Ying'er, be good. Mother is here. Don't be afraid. Mother will always protect you."
Li Xiaoxiao carried Xuanyuan Ying directly into the room and washed him up. She was filled with satisfaction. He was her son, well-behaved and cute. It is said that sons resemble their mothers, but Xuanyuan Ying looked exactly like Qi Yu, except that he had a mole at the corner of his eye, just like her.
"Will Mother abandon Ying'er? Will she despise Ying'er?"
"No, no, Ying'er is my precious darling." Li Xiaoxiao comforted Xuan Yuan Ying while holding him, and it took her almost half an hour to calm the little guy down.
After being coaxed into a good mood, she went to wash up, setting up a barrier in the cubicle before finishing.
After getting ready, Li Xiaoxiao hesitated in front of the mirror, but eventually put her hair up and put on the jade hairpin that Qi Yu had given her.
Xuanyuan Ying stood to the side, her small body seemingly remembering something. She took out a box from her ring and said, "Mother, Father gave me a box before he left. Inside is a gold hairpin. He said today is your eighteenth birthday, and this gold hairpin is a gift for you."
A gold hairpin? How could Qi Yu know? Li Xiaoxiao took the box in a daze, opened it, and sure enough, it was an exquisite gold hairpin. She knew what this thing meant. Gold hairpins were mostly made of curved gold in the shape of dragons and phoenixes, and the dragons and phoenixes in the shape were mostly embellished with pearls, mixed with fine hairpins. They were worn by noble women to regulate their every move. At the same time, being able to wear this item also represented that the woman was virtuous and gentle, and had the demeanor of a great lady.
Take out the gold hairpin. Inside the box is a slip of paper with only one sentence: "The woman by the wine shop is like the moon, her fair wrists like frost and snow."
This was left by Qi Yu. Li Xiaoxiao touched the writing with her hand, her heart filled with emotion. This was left for him by the man. In his heart, was she such a person?
For a moment, Li Xiaoxiao felt that the golden hairpin was burning hot. She recalled how the man used to complain about her sleeping in the tree, but he still washed her by hand without any offense. He was always so considerate, only occasionally his hands would tremble. She knew that the man was being patient. She had been happy to challenge the man's bottom line like this before.
What a boring man.
She tentatively put the gold hairpin on her head and inserted it between her neatly styled hair bun. In the mirror, she indeed looked incredibly noble. The gold hairpin made her skin appear as white as snow, truly reflecting the poem she was referring to.
In an instant, an image flashed through Li Xiaoxiao's mind: she was dressed in magnificent robes, wearing a golden hairpin, standing hand in hand with Qi Yu on a high hall, leading all living beings, with countless subjects standing below.
The man spoke seriously to those in front of him, then turned and looked at her with a smile.
Li Xiaoxiao froze, looking at herself in the mirror, her face slightly flushed. How could she have such an absurd idea?
"Mother, you look so beautiful wearing the gold hairpin. You are the most beautiful person in the world."
Xuanyuan Ying said something, and Li Xiaoxiao came back to her senses. Her body trembled, and she hurriedly reached over her head to take off the gold hairpin that made her feel flustered. She put the gold hairpin away and put it into her space.
"Ying'er speaks so sweetly." After tidying up, Li Xiaoxiao turned around and pinched Xuan Yuan Ying's little cheek. The ripples in her heart gradually subsided, and the aftershocks returned to calm.
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