As she turned, she saw Zhao Minghua.
"Third young master."
Ding Xiang saluted.
"You may leave," Zhao Minghua said, "I'll take over."
"Yes."
The son-in-law was good to the young lady, which Ding Xiang was happy to see.
She quickly retreated, not daring to disturb them.
After Ding Xiang left, Zhao Minghua asked Chun Nuan which hairpin she liked.
"Did you prepare all these?"
There was nothing Chun Nuan could not understand.
A grown man, silently preparing so many hairpins for her, made her heart warm.
"When did you buy them?"
Chun Nuan counted them; there were twenty-eight in total.
"When I was traveling and handling affairs, I bought whatever seemed suitable for you, not knowing which one you'd like, so I bought them all for you to choose. If there are any you don't like, you can give them away to others."
"I like them all," Chun Nuan shook her head, "Since you bought them personally for me, I can't bear to give them to others."
