There is a never-ending game of chess between her and her. She walked out of the mud, and every step she took was filled with the wounds of her unwillingness to admit defeat and her inferiority complex. What she wants to win most is the radiant Shen Qingyan. Shen Qingyan dances above the clouds, and every move is burdened with expectations and the illusion of perfection. What she fears most is the one who sees through her disguise. It's sympathy and even tit-for-tat; it's an involuntary approach, and it's a heart-wrenching push away. They are torn between winning and losing, wandering between love and hate. Using chess moves as a language, the most dangerous and affectionate ideological game is played. How many rounds do I have to go through before I can confess: I hate that you are my opponent, and I hate that I can't stop loving you.
Purpose: We are Leeds to each other, and we are Bluebirds to each other