Even though he was invited to accompany, Zhu Maolin didn't speak frequently with Xiao Lu.
The atmosphere was like a dull study room where students were busy with their own tasks, occasionally engaging in brief exchanges when something crossed their minds, then returning to their work.
Xiao Lu's heart suddenly felt a subtle shift, possibly because this man was different from most of the men she'd interacted with in the past—or perhaps, she realized, he was different from the men she had deliberately chosen to interact with.
But she wasn't surprised, as she knew that there would always be people in this world who were not influenced by external things, people whose hearts were notably steadfast.
Yes, she knew there were such men, and if she were to deliberately search for them, she could even find quite a few. That's why she consciously sought after masters that suited her preferences in a different direction.
