"Actually, I've always been curious—how did you manage to trap Xu Fugui back then? His ability was really despair-inducing, even for me."
Liu Mengyu stood by the edge of the battlements, the sea breeze brushing against her face, tangling strands of her hair. At this moment, she resembled a ripened peach, exuding an indescribable allure and tenderness. She was stunningly beautiful; otherwise, Su Yuhang wouldn't have been so fixated on her.
Su Yuhang chuckled. He seemed reluctant to bring up those past events. But now, he didn't mind talking about them, because there were hardly any people from that era left. Besides the woman standing before him, there was nobody else qualified to hear his recounting.
"He could see far ahead but neglected what lay at his feet—like a blind spot when driving. The taller the truck, the bigger the blind spot. A moment of carelessness, and things go wrong." Su Yuhang gave this analogy.
