Such an eager expression was rarely, if ever, seen on Li Dai. No matter what she encountered, she had always been as calm as a mountain. It seemed she had never been overly attached to anything or anyone, nor had she ever shown that she cared deeply about anything. Because of this, in Yu Zhenghao's eyes, Li Dai seemed easy to understand and yet utterly inscrutable at the same time. He wanted to be friends with her, but he had no idea what kind of person would fit her ideal of a perfect friend.
Yet today, he was seeing this anxious side of her, though he had no idea why.
"Master, given her state, is it really fine for her to keep pushing through like this?" Yu Zhenghao asked instinctively. As someone whose life Li Dai had saved and who had received a tremendous stroke of fortune from her, he regarded her as a friend for whom he would risk his life. Coupled with her demeanor and exquisite appearance, it was hard not to develop a favorable impression of her. Of course, this goodwill had nothing to do with romantic love; it was simply the natural attraction of her inherent charm, nothing more.
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