After listening to Ying Luan's heartfelt, astonished sigh, the corners of Lu Yuan's lips lifted into a calm, free-and-easy smile. His gaze was relaxed and at ease, without the slightest stiffness or excessive reverence.
Facing the communication camera, he half-joked in a light tone, "Eldest Senior Sister, there's no need to be too surprised. Today doesn't count for much. In the future, I'm afraid there will be plenty more things about me for Senior Sister to be surprised by."
His tone was calm and composed, carrying the unique confidence and flamboyance of a youth, yet without the slightest impatience or arrogance.
As they had known each other longer, Lu Yuan had long since shed the caution, awe, and restraint he had felt when he first met Ying Luan.
In the eyes of outsiders, Ying Luan would always be that cold, aloof, otherworldly figure, like a snow lotus atop an iceberg.
But after spending so much time together, Lu Yuan had long since seen through to the true heart beneath her cool exterior.
This Eldest Senior Sister, who seemed cold and taciturn, was soft-hearted within. She had never put on the airs of a top powerhouse, nor would she rely on strength to act arrogantly or be harsh to juniors.
Over time, when Lu Yuan faced her, his state of mind became increasingly relaxed and open.
He spoke casually and naturally, neither servile nor overbearing. Their way of getting along was warm and harmonious, as if he were treating a trustworthy elder sister.
On the other end of the communication, Ying Luan's exquisite, cool face paused slightly when she heard this.
Her slender eyes blinked lightly, and a faint trace of astonishment swept through the depths of her eyes.
If it had been any other genius of his age, any junior