Hua Xueyi was a little annoyed.
She had imagined countless times what their reunion would be like. Would they calmly gaze at each other in a café, embrace excitedly after so long apart, or suddenly turn back after passing each other by?
Or, more romantically, would it be a hero saving a beauty on the battlefield? Or would the young man see her progress and sincerely sigh in admiration and anticipation?
"We haven't seen each other in so long, and the first thing you say is that I failed the exam?"
Lu PingAn was taken aback as well.
"It's only been two months. All right, all right, it has been a long time. But your appearance, uh, has changed quite a bit."
In Lu PingAn's eyes, Hua Xueyi, who had developed again, had indeed changed tremendously.
Though she still looked youthful and her features had not changed much, she had previously merely been a "college student" pretending to be mature. Now, she was like ripe fruit, a mature female warrior with the air of an older sister.
Honestly, Lu PingAn himself was a little surprised—and pleasantly so.
"Not bad. It looks like you can stand on your own now. At the very least, I can worry a little less."
".That's all you have to say?"
"Uh, thank you for your hard work? For contributing to our cause?"
".Forget it. Expecting anything from you was too naive of me. Do you understand the current situation now?"
After their brief exchange—or rather, after getting annoyed—Hua Xueyi tried to remain calm and quickly gave him a thorough account of everything that had happened.
The greatest difference between immature and mature professional warriors was that the latter had a rational understanding of themselves and the battlefield. They would not distort reality for the sake