Song Ci scrutinized those two words. After a moment, she said, "It's a little ugly."
Han Zhan's eyes dimmed. He looked down and said, "I usually have no problem writing with my left hand, but it's not as detailed as using a carving knife to carve with my right hand. If my handwriting is slightly ugly, you have to bear with it."
Song Ci was slightly stunned. "You carved it yourself?" She instinctively looked at Han Zhan's hands.
Han Zhan nodded and said, "I had nothing to do on the plane, so I carved it."
Knowing that Han Zhan had carved those two words, Song Ci felt that they were extremely beautiful. She hurriedly put the necklace around her neck, went to the mirror, and sized the necklace up. The more she looked at it, the more satisfied she was. She couldn't resist taking a photo and posting it on Weibo to publicly torture people who were single.
Seeing that she liked it, Han Zhan heaved a sigh of relief.
