Visa and Yan Nujiao were both with Qin Yutong. Hu Xiaotian noticed that Qin Yutong's eyes were red, as though she had just cried, and could not help wondering why. With her strong temperament, how could she shed tears so easily? Had something serious happened again?
Yan Nujiao came over to Hu Xiaotian and whispered, "I don't know what's wrong with Yutong. She'd clearly been crying when we arrived."
Hu Xiaotian smiled faintly. Visa and Yan Nujiao excused themselves to go chat with Tang Qingxuan, leaving the two of them alone so that Hu Xiaotian could comfort Qin Yutong.
After they left, Hu Xiaotian smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Why were you crying when everything was fine?"
Qin Yutong bit her cherry-red lip. "I wasn't." She stole a glance at the bronze mirror beside her and saw that her eyes were indeed red. With a soft sigh, she said, "I only learned today that my mother died at Ling Jiazi's hands."
Hu Xiaotian was stunned. Qin Yutong had never mentioned this before. Moreover, from what he knew, Qin Se and Ling Jiazi had been very close back then-so close that they called each other sisters.
Only then did Qin Yutong explain the whole story. The secret had been hidden in the hairpin Hu Xiaotian had brought her. Nothing unusual had happened when she first wore it, but while dressing her hair that morning, she had felt her mind connect with the hairpin, and scene after scene had appeared in her head.
As soon as Hu Xiaotian heard her account, he understood. The hairpin was equivalent to the Skull; descendants bearing the blood of the Fated Ones could also pass down their memories through certain means. Qin Se had infused some of her memories into the hairpin. After passing through many