" Take a look at it, is this the same paint as the one you found on the back of Liu Fei Fei's neck," Liu Hui Ying handed the hairpin to Jia Li who took it without saying anything and then started to silently examine it. She was blessed with photogenic memory which was why she was easily able to decipher that the material with which the hairpin was painted was the same as that of the pain that was found at the back of Liu Fei Fei's neck. "It's the It's but she was not stabbed by this hairpin."
This was what made Jia Li even more confused why would someone press an old hairpin in the back of Liu Fei Fei's neck when they were not going to stab her, what were they even thinking? Jia Li was confused but Liu Hui Ying was very calm as she took the hairpin back and carefully rubbed the pad of her thumb at the rough surface of the hairpin as she looked at it.
