The carriage was sealed and narrow. Cui Ji, being observed by her at such close proximity, felt his ears flush slightly. "You come from a noble family and have seen countless rare treasures since you were young. Now that you are wealthy and exalted, ordinary hairpins probably mean nothing to you. Ever since I arrived in the Capital, I've been dreaming of those two years in Gan State with you. Gan State is a bitterly cold place, yet the Haitang trees in front of and behind your residence flourished beautifully. I can't seem to forget how you sat beneath the Haitang trees, reading or playing the qin. So, I carved a Haitang hairpin."
Shen Yinning closed the embroidered box.
With the Emperor providing support, even if Cui Ji refused to acknowledge his ancestry, he was destined to live a life of glory and high rank.
And yet, instead of looking forward to his future, he was always dreaming of the past.
At just over twenty years of age, why was he already so nostalgic?
