Yun Luofeng drew a slow, deliberate breath, letting it fill her lungs and ease the heat in her chest.
Her racing pulse gradually slowed, though the faint echo of excitement still lingered, like embers smoldering beneath ash.
"But I just… I cannot believe how handsome and charming Young Master Lin Feng is, Master," she added, her tone softening into disbelief. "Even though I've only met him once, it's already so hard to forget him. Everything about him feels… complete, as if he were crafted perfectly in both body and spirit. He… he is unlike anyone I've ever met."
"I know," Xia Xinghe thought to herself, her mind quietly acknowledging the truth. She remained silent for a long moment, her sharp gaze fixed on her disciple but her mind elsewhere.
She could not deny the truth of what Yun Luofeng said. Lin Feng's presence was extraordinary, undeniable.
Her body reacted almost instinctively, a warmth rising to her cheeks that she could not fully suppress.
