Evening.
Ran Yan had just finished dressing up, preparing to go out with Ran Yunsheng, when she stepped out and saw Liu Qingsong in disarray. She nodded slightly and said, "Doctor Liu has returned?"
Liu Qingsong looked Ran Yan up and down, Ran Yan dressed in a treasure blue robe with purple borders and wide sleeves trailing the ground, embroidered with clusters of moon-white begonias. A moon-white precious flower pattern on silk draped over her arms, and in her hair, she wore a White Jade Cloud Hairpin. Her ink-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, setting off her flawless, cool complexion with a kind of distinctive, cold beauty.
"Forget it, seeing that you're a beauty, I won't hold it against you," sighed Liu Qingsong, his gaze falling on the cloud hairpin in her hair. An ambiguous, gossipy smile crept across his face as he leaned in and asked, "Did Jiulang give you these two hairpins?"
