Am I Really a One-in-Ten-Thousand Genius?

Bai Ye frowned slightly. "Do I have to sit cross-legged?"

"The posture isn't fixed. You just need to relax your entire body."

"You should've said so earlier." Bai Ye immediately slouched onto the sofa.

An Xiaotong's long lashes fluttered twice. Somewhat speechless, she said, "You're too relaxed like that. You could easily fall asleep while meditating."

Bai Ye waved a hand. "Impossible. Hurry up and begin."

"Huff..." An Xiaotong took a deep breath to adjust her breathing, her developing chest rising and falling slightly.

"Follow my breathing rhythm."

Still slouched on the sofa, Bai Ye stared without blinking at An Xiaotong's slightly parted lips and rising chest. Gradually, their breathing frequencies began to synchronize.

"Now close your eyes and feel the scent of Snow in Spring Letter with your heart. It can help you enter meditation quickly."

Hearing this, Bai Ye closed his eyes and focused his senses on his nose. The fragrance of Snow in Spring Letter seeped into his nostrils.

An Xiaotong's calm voice drifted over. "Snow in Spring Letter doesn't have a strong scent. It's like opening a snow-covered window for the first time, that first breath carrying the chill of ice crystals.

Imagine stepping out of your room into a world blanketed in ice and snow. Then, suddenly, you spot a touch of vivid red amid the snow. A wisp of plum blossom fragrance rushes toward you, bringing warmth and vitality.

At first, it is the crisp purity of snow wrapped around the cold fragrance of plum blossoms, like red plum blossoms newly blooming amid endless white snow—cold, yet breathtaking.

Breathe in deeply, and there is the vigorous vitality of spring wood: spring shoots breaking through the earth, the stirring of all things coming back to life.

Finally, there is the lingering aftertaste of sandalwood, like