If an ordinary person were present, they might only see her as a living person with dignified temperament and peculiar clothing, unable to perceive the essence of her soul.
Anna seemed somewhat unaccustomed to her own transformation. She instinctively looked down at the brush and booklet in her hands and then immediately raised her head, her clear eyes instantly locking onto Lu Yan, standing quietly not far away.
After a brief moment of disorientation, a pure and genuinely joyful smile blossomed on her face, as bright as a child's.
"Your Grace!" she called out crisply, her voice filled with joy and admiration.
Anna's clear call was like a stone tossed into a still lake, bringing Lu Yan back from his thoughts.
