Dahai Xing stared at me, his smile even a bit childish.

　　But my gaze was not focused on him, but on his hair.

　　- Dahai Xing was wearing a white jade hairpin.

　　The jade was pure and flawless, a top-grade spiritual item.

　　It was something I had given him.

　　He was a descendant of the demon race, naturally inclined towards evil, and despised by others.

　　So I bought him many self-defense treasures.

　　However, this particular item, although it was a rare cultivation material that others couldn't obtain, it was unnecessary and burdensome for Dahai Xing at the time.

　　He even found it tedious to deal with his own hair.

　　I had given him too much love and too many treasures, to the point where he became accustomed to it and tired of it.

　　But Dahai Xing was always good at disguising himself in front of me.

　　He would accept the gifts with a smiling face and secretly kick them under the bed when no one was around."

　　On that day, when I went to supervise him as he studied, I happened to notice a flash of white light at the foot of the bed.

　　Following the original plot, I had no choice but to pretend to be hurt and upset, frowning and saying, "If you don't want it, you could have just told me.

　　However, this hairpin may be ordinary, but it contains a Revival Pill within it, which can save a person on the brink of death.

　　How could you just throw it away?" I didn't tell him how much effort and injuries I went through to refine this pill.

　　In the original text, the supporting character, Shizun, did this because she loved Daxi Heng, but was not good with words and did not want to take credit.

　　At that time, Daxi Heng held my wrist, and smiled again.

　　He casually and indifferently tried to please me, saying, "Shizun, I was wrong.

　　Please forgive me this time.

　　I won't dare again." But the next day, he slipped out of the sect to hunt and kill spiritual beasts.

　　I saw with my own eyes that he threw the white jade hairpin into the depths of the bottom drawer.