The Player Who Plays Chess Will Always Be a Prisoner

He once used love as a chess piece and used her ruthlessly, He pushed her into hell with his own hands and watched her being tortured coldly. At the moment when her heart died, she cut off her long hair, abandoned the past, and fled decisively. She thought that her time in a small town would give her a lifetime of stability. Little did they know that the decisive business leader, In order to find her, the whole city went crazy and even abandoned the entire Jiang family. Jiang Xu looked at the strange and haggard version of himself in the mirror, his eyes reddened, and he slowly raised his index finger, drew one stroke at a time on the matte surface, and wrote three words. Su Qingyan. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his voice was so hoarse that it trembled: "Have you hidden it, Qingyan?" "I'm coming."