"Indeed. This is that... the item she gave me that day. After so many years, she never showed herself. Now that you've come of age, it's time to pass it on to you."
Wen Liangyu was a half-demon, with an extraordinary sense of smell, and immediately noticed a faint, delicate fragrance coming from the hairpin, reserved and sublime. "My mother... is she a fox demon? Is this hairpin engraved with her true body?"
Wenger pondered and said, "Perhaps. I have never seen her true body. Despite years of searching everywhere, I've found no trace of her. And seeing your own face, it really does resemble the fox on this hairpin. She must be a fox demon."
Wen Liangyu inwardly smiled wryly. With his own visage, compared to the charming fox on the hairpin, the difference was immeasurable. If his mother looked like him, how could his father dare to approach her, let alone have him?
