"Hey, Valeria. If you keep standing there thinking so hard, you're going to get wrinkles. You don't want that, do you?"
Wrinkles? Really? This was his idea of helping her? She had spent years pushing herself, enduring sleepless nights, trying to master a cultivation art that had stopped working—fighting tooth and nail against a bottleneck that refused to break—and this was the advice he offered. A stupid, empty remark about wrinkles?
"Idiot!" Valeria exploded, her voice louder than she intended. She could feel the heat rising to her face, frustration boiling over. "You think everything's just a joke, don't you?! You never take anything seriously! You—you don't understand anything!"
Lucavion blinked, his grin faltering for just a moment, but then it returned with a teasing smirk. "Hey, calm down, Valeria. No need to be so tense all the time. It's not good for your health. Also, wrinkles—"
