In this life, Ling Yun's feelings for Jiang Yingqing had definitely not arisen solely because of her outstanding looks.
It was true that she was beautiful, but more importantly, over the past few days of getting along, there had been that natural sense of closeness, her undisguised concern and dependence, and that pure, sincere affection that had quietly plucked at his heartstrings.
In his previous life, he might have been easily attracted by beauty.
But in this life, everything was different.
As a transmigrator and a cultivator, wealth, status, and ability were all within easy reach.
Whether they were plump or slender, with all kinds of beauties available, it would not be difficult as long as he wanted one.
This was not a novel world. There was no "number one beauty under heaven" whose looks could stun the entire universe and whom no one could match.
To him, when choosing a future partner, looks naturally could not be too poor—they had to be at least above average—but more important would certainly be the understanding and rapport accumulated through long-term companionship, along with that bond that ran deep into their bones.
What he needed was a harmony of souls that required time to settle and a deep understanding between both sides.
Su Yue was also pretty and graceful, and in ordinary people's eyes, she was a beauty. But in Ling Yun's eyes, which had changed so drastically, she was still somewhat lacking.
Jiang Yingqing's worries were completely unnecessary, but Ling Yun naturally would not expose that.
Watching the little girl become jealous over him and seeing her nervous expression was rather amusing.
Was this the change in his mentality brought about by cultivation and transmigration?
Ling Yun reflected on himself.
He clearly felt that since his rebirth, he had become more