Rebirth from Nirvana: This Time, She Will Be the Chess Player

It's not the usual chill of a winter morning, but a lifeless cold that seems to freeze even the soul. Shen Zhao felt like a fallen leaf blown up by the strong wind, falling rapidly in the endless abyss. The wind roared in her ears, like the scream of a ghost, tearing at her already numb nerves. So hateful! How hateful! This hatred is so strong, so unwilling, that it actually overwhelms the sense of weightlessness of the rapid fall and the pain of predicting that the body is about to be shattered to pieces! This hatred was the last pillar that kept her consciousness from completely collapsing in the cold wind! If... If... If I could do it again... I will get back what you owe me a thousand times with interest! She... Is back? This time, she will be the chess player.