Shen Zhuoran remained his usual self—cold, jade-like, and detached from the mundane world.
Yet, it was a pity that his mortal heart had been firmly gripped by a beautiful little female before he had even realized it himself. His eyes, typically cool and distant, softened instantly as they turned toward Yulan.
Seeing the pile of discarded materials on the laboratory bench and catching a glimpse of the beautiful female’s slightly furrowed brow, Shen Zhuoran offered a gentle consolation:
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