The Spirit of Go, Walking with You

“If time could turn back, I’d run straight to you at first sight and win my very first game for you.”

In his previous life, he was the last glimmer of light at the end of his Go journey.

As he closed his eyes on his sickbed, the clearest thing Shiguang remembered was the sight of Yu Liang’s eyes, filled with stars and tears. For ten years, he had feared Go; for ten years, that man had stayed by his side. Yu Liang spent his whole life teaching him what it meant to “never regret a move,” yet at the finish line, Shiguang could only let go of the hand he held.

When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the nightmare of a Go match at age seventeen.

He Jia Jia’s pieces were clattering off the board, while jeers and taunts rang in his ears. In his previous life, he had collapsed here and abandoned Go for ten years. But this time, Shiguang held down his opponent’s hand.