A trace of tenderness flickered in Yue Qianchou's eyes—eyes that had been steeped in scheming and intrigue day in and day out, to the point where genuine feeling was nearly impossible to glimpse. A faint smile appeared on his face as he gently shook his head. "Only when a person finds someone worth giving everything for does life have meaning. As for who it is, you'll naturally know once you meet them."
Wei Chunqiu's shifty brows twitched as he waggled them. "I bet it's a woman." Judging by his expression, he had completely forgotten the miserable state he had been in when he was beaten earlier. Then again, now that he had Yue Qianchou's weakness in hand, the heart he had been clutching finally settled by more than half.
What he did not know was that this was precisely the breadth of heart Yue Qianchou, that despicable scoundrel, possessed when weighing gains and losses. It looked easy, but was exceedingly difficult to put into practice. Ordinary people rarely dared to take such a risk, one that could very well endanger their lives. Yet Yue Qianchou, who loved taking advantage, understood precisely because he was always taking advantage: there was no such thing in this world as reaping benefits without suffering losses. The more completely one wanted to obtain something, the price one had to pay would always be proportionate. One could not burrow into a bull's horn and cling absolutely to one's own interests, refusing to let others gain even the slightest advantage. Otherwise, one would sooner or later die a miserable death.
This was what people meant by: where there was gain, there was loss. Sometimes, taking the initiative to give up a little would instead bring greater rewards. Take one step back, and the sea and sky would