"So you know that this woman might have an unknown background, and might even be a trap set by your opponent to harm you. Would you still fall for this beauty trap?"
"No, no, I wouldn't fall for it; I'm not a lustful ghost. Even a lustful ghost would have second thoughts upon encountering such a woman."
"That's the beauty of the beauty trap. Its essence lies not in the beauty but in the scheme itself!"
Old Zhang was stunned.
Tang Ziyue said, "Have you ever had a childhood sweetheart? Have you ever loved a girl but couldn't have her? Do you have an ideal girl in your heart, one that satisfies all your fantasies?"
Old Zhang was stunned, reminded of his youth.
Back then, he was a simple boy. One day, while climbing a tree to pick fruit, he saw the girl next door catching butterflies. That glance made the naive young him understand something.
And the girl saw him too. Their eyes met, but the girl didn't scream.
