A mushroom-shaped head, slightly larger than a quail egg, with the two words "Lonely Brave" carved on it.
No, wait. Zhang Wenliang took a closer look and realized the words didn't seem to be carved on, but rather drawn with a ballpoint pen.
At that thought, Zhang Wenliang couldn't help but glance at Sister Wen Ying's casually coiled hair. The hairpin holding it up was, indeed, a ballpoint pen.
'So this ballpoint pen has other functions?'
"So, do you like it?"
"I like it... I guess," Zhang Wenliang replied wistfully, his eyes on the mushroom head's colors.
"Sister Wen Ying, you've never studied design, have you?"
"No." Wen Ying shook her head. "I studied psychology."
'No wonder. No wonder this mushroom head was designed in red and green!'
'Bright red paired with bright green... truly the height of elegance...'
'A truly indescribable fondness!'
Still, the shape of the mushroom head made Zhang Wenliang feel a little embarrassed.
