Women, they are truly the trump card of men. He could have an army of thousands, yet be defeated by a single phrase, "He's fond of her." He spent decades painstakingly preparing for love, only to be beaten by it in the end, and so completely at that, so suddenly, and without leaving him the slightest wiggle room.
"Xinwen..."
Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at Lin Xinwen, "Do you think I was wrong?"
It must be said, Lin Xinwen was truly a remarkable woman, a character of ruthlessness through and through.
After all these events, she could still remain so composed, still steadily step by step approach Yan Zhenrong's side, facing the vast and vague mountain shadows in the distance, and with her softest voice gently chuckle. It was indeed no simple feat.
"Zhenrong, you did nothing wrong. A great man should indeed have great ambitions. Today's outcome is simply, victory for one, defeat for another."
