"It's from the corners that one can clearly observe the surroundings," Mr. Deng said meaningfully, "Little girl, do you still remember what I told you last time, that one should avoid being impulsive in their actions."
Su Ziceng sensed something unusual in Mr. Deng's words.
"I've heard about your affairs, the auction went well, but what happened after that? I am already ninety-two years old, I'm afraid I might not see those promising deeds you might achieve in the future," Mr. Deng's tone became somewhat gloomy, as his life, amongst the ranks of the Quanrong Army, often involved many decisions and positions beyond his control.
"I have disappointed you," Su Ziceng thought back to the time in Bianjing City, recalling that conversation with Mr. Deng that was almost like discussing heroes over wine, feeling a twinge of guilt, her bold statements back then had now turned into nothing but thin air.
