Yes, it's a wine jar, and the most ordinary kind at that, quite common on the streets and in alleys.
To think that someone would actually use something so ubiquitous and almost worthless to make a hairpin, of all things—only Xia Hen could come up with that idea!
Lin Yuan chuckled and put the item back, then picked up some letters from inside.
"Dear Drunkard!"
"Big Shameless!"
"Big Jerk!"
As she read the words on the envelopes one by one, Lin Yuan's smile grew wider.
Even though they were insults, just from the way they were addressed, you could tell how close the letter writer was to Xia Hen.
Pfft!
When she got to the last one, Lin Yuan couldn't hold back her laughter: "Dear Thieving Rascal Who Drinks and Doesn't Pay!"
"Ahhh! Don't look, don't look! Put it away now!"
Xia Hen's figure reached Lin Yuan faster than his voice, snatching the letters from her hands, along with the tattered box, and clutched them to his chest, rubbing them with regret.
