"I've kept you waiting."
Lu Miaohuan's icy demeanor softened a bit as she gave Lu Changsheng a slight nod in greeting.
Just now, as Lu Changsheng had been watching her, she had also been sizing him up.
Perhaps because of their meeting today, her mindset was different, and she found Lu Changsheng more handsome than she remembered.
His facial features, when looked at individually, were not particularly delicate, but together they gave off a just-right, harmonious vibe that elevated his attractiveness. He was very easy on the eyes and quite comfortable to look at.
Coupled with Lu Changsheng's gentle gaze and composed, unruffled demeanor, she felt as if she were basking in the warmth of spring.
As someone captivated by appearances, Lu Miaohuan, who initially harbored some resistance to marrying Lu Changsheng, now felt it wouldn't be unacceptable to marry him.
Although Lu Changsheng's innate talents were lacking, with just a Ninth Grade Spiritual Root,