"Do you need me to give you a nice name?"
"No, I already have an idea—"
Happy Kallen rolled her eyes at Mo Yi, seemingly mocking him for having no self-awareness, then said with a smile, "Do you not know how awful your taste in names is?"
Mo Yi: "..."
Slander. This was absolutely slander!
This was merely Happy Kallen's jealousy of my naming ability, Mo De An Yi.
Look at the name I gave my precious daughter, 'Kuroka Hibiki.' It was profound, pleasant-sounding, and easy to remember. And the doll I gave Alice, 'Aili,' was catchy and full of meaning too.
How dared a mere Happy Kallen slander Mo De An Yi's taste in names?
"After coming to the 11th District, I learned that here, once a woman married, she had to take her husband's surname."
Happy Kallen suddenly brought up something completely unrelated. Then she turned around, placed her hands on Mo Yi's shoulders, and made him look into her eyes. Smiling brilliantly—so much so that Mo Yi thought she resembled Ji Anya—she continued, "Tell me, should I be called Mo Kallen, or Kallen Mo?"
Mo Yi: Compared to Trash Talk Kallen, of course I preferred Happy Kallen!
Happy Kallen's sudden straightforward confession surprised Mo Yi, though it did not catch him off guard.
This was not the first day Mo Yi had known how she felt. After all, she was not someone skilled at concealing her emotions, and sometimes her acting was downright exaggerated. How could she possibly hide it from Mo Yi, who possessed the power of Light of the Heart?
After two seconds of silent eye contact, Happy Kallen's gaze gradually dimmed... "According to the customs of us Shenzhou people—"
Mo Yi gave her the answer he had long prepared:
"I think Mo Kallen is