Black, Big Yellow, Fortune.
He pursed his lips, appearing dissatisfied.
Hannah furrowed her brow, "Don't like it?"
He shook his head.
Hannah added, "If you don't like it, you can go by Big Yellow."
He looked even more aggrieved, clutching his bag of potato chips with a rustling sound.
He didn't dare to speak, but expressed his discontent in a different way.
Hannah heaved a sigh, feeling bothered.
After staying at Blue Star for a while, her temper had considerably improved, otherwise, with her previous character, she would've...
Never mind, she will have plenty of opportunities once she goes back...
She lifted her gaze to the woods shrouded in the darkness of the night, turned her head, her eyes blinked lightly, "Then let's call you Vincent."
Both silly and wooden, just perfect.
This time, the man finally seemed satisfied. He happily accepted his new name, pointed at himself, then at Hannah, laughing foolishly with slurred speech, "Vi...Vincent."
