Qin Ran slowly sat down by her bedside, her fingers lightly gripping the edge of her robes as her brows furrowed slightly.
Her beauty was something she had always been aware of.
It wasn't arrogance… it was simply fact.
Throughout the years, countless men had been captivated by her appearance.
Even within this temple, where discipline and purity were held above all else, there were monks who would occasionally steal glances at her when they thought she wasn't paying attention.
She had long since grown accustomed to such reactions.
But Lin Feng… was different.
From beginning to end, his gaze had remained calm, detached and completely unaffected.
There had been no flicker of desire, no trace of admiration, not even the slightest hesitation in his demeanor.
It was as though her beauty meant nothing to him.
That realization unsettled her far more than she cared to admit.
