"Stupid winter melon, try again if you tell me I don't have a neck."
"Where is the neck? Why didn't I see it?"
Lu Xiaowan hated He Suishan saying that she had no neck, so whenever she was said to have no neck, she would laugh back at that incident. He Suishan narcissistically put on the glasses on the front table and asked her confusedly if she was handsome.
"Like a winter melon with glasses on it."
She didn't know why she thought of winter melon, she just felt like it.
But after they separated, she hated winter melon, very much.
Concept: A little story