The leap in his progress was truly astonishing; anyone who saw Lu Yuan's actual track record would be curious. Lu Yuan didn't think Yu Wentong would always attribute all of this to his "talent," but she never questioned him, merely offering a few words of praise with a smile each time. This, ironically, made Lu Yuan, who had already prepared a whole slew of justifications, the first to feel he couldn't hold back. Now, with Yu Wentong holding his hand, he felt it was a good opportunity to "lay his cards on the table" with her.
"What is it you want me to ask?" Yu Wentong turned her head to look at Lu Yuan. Her light purple eyes reflected the image of a pale, weak, and somewhat apprehensive boy. In that moment, Lu Yuan felt as if Yu Wentong saw right through him.
