"One can only see the movements around from the corner," Mr. Deng said with profound meaning, "Girl, do you still remember what I told you last time? When you do things, never be impulsive."
Su Ziceng noticed something unusual in Mr. Deng's words.
"I've heard about your affairs. You did well at the auction, but why has there been no news from you since then? I am already ninety-two years old, I'm afraid I might not live to see your future achievements," Mr. Deng's voice carried a hint of dimness. In his life as a commander of the Quanrong army, many times, he had to act against his will.
"I've let you down," Su Ziceng thought about her time in Bianjing City and her conversation with Mr. Deng that was almost like a wine-fueled discussion of heroes, feeling a pang of guilt. Her bold declarations then had already dissipated like water flowing east.
