[He looks much younger this way, wandering around barefoot in Yunlan's shirt even though it's a little tight over his shoulders, with his hair short and in disarray. Expression softening with affection, Yunlan teasingly reaches up to tuck a strand of Shen Wei's hair back into place as he settles onto the bed.]

Unique?

[Oh: it's that thing. His gaze goes distant as he recognizes the simple golden pendant.]

I had it in my hand when I came here.

[And, glancing up at Shen Wei:] I tried wearing it for a while, but... I don't know. It felt weird, wearing something when I didn't know where I got it.

[Not really. And it doesn't seem like his style, either; it's simple and a little old-fashioned, like a keepsake someone's grandfather might have. If Zhao Yunlan were picking jewelry for himself, it'd have been more punk and less heirloom.

In other words, it probably is an heirloom, or something that someone else had given him, something important.]