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Fen Ling looked at the plum blossom hairpin in his hand, its design exquisite and finely crafted. The plum blossom seemed lifelike, meticulously carved by the craftsman. Its destruction would be a pity.

Just like the marriage arrangement with the Second Young Master Ye, its destruction also seems pitiful.

Handing it back to Su Rong, he said, "Master, why don't you destroy it yourself? I can't bear to harm such a beautiful hairpin."

Su Rong didn't look at him, took the hairpin, and rubbed it forcefully with both hands, reducing the beautiful plum blossom hairpin to dust in an instant.

Fen Ling gasped, "What a pity."

Before he could finish his lament, Su Rong let go of his hand. A gust of wind blew by, carrying the dust away with the snow, leaving no trace amidst the vast white landscape.

Fen Ling: "..."

"You're quite ruthless," he said to Su Rong.