"It was custom-made." He Xing had already untangled a strand of hair, and now the only one left caught in the necklace was the last one. As he focused intently on unraveling the entangled strands, he said, "I designed this pattern myself. Your name is Fu Han, and Han is an unopened lotus, so I wanted to give you a lotus that never wilts."
Fu Han felt a warmth in her heart. Reason told her to let the matter rest here, but emotion gained the upper hand, and she still voiced the question in her heart, "Is this the only necklace of its kind in the world?"
"Of course." He Xing looked up and smiled at her, his expression as beautiful as a night-blooming cereus, "I said, everything I give you is unique."
"Then..." Fu Han's mouth opened again, and the name Xia Ning was on the tip of her tongue, but in the end, she didn't have the courage to ask. She cleared her throat and tried a different approach, "Does Xia Ning know about this necklace?"
