"I'm... alright, just a bit puzzled." Ilana smiled wryly and returned the written manuscript to Ophelia, "Thank you for your concern, I'll be fine, just give me some more time."
Ophelia nodded, glanced down at the manuscript with the answer written on it, and after a moment let out a soft sigh.
Sure enough, people are different...
The answer that stumped her was something Ilana solved effortlessly... even though the latter was currently troubled by a more challenging problem.
Luo Yan calmly observed all of this.
Seeing another sheet of paper being crumpled into a ball, he knew he had to do something, so he got up, walked to Ilana's desk, and looked into her eyes, which appeared slightly dim due to confusion. He spoke softly.
"Seems like you're having trouble."
"No, Master, I didn't..." Ilana raised her head, a rare hint of panic flashed on her typically cool face, like a child worried about having their trophy taken away.
