Above the chess game is the world. Under the chess game, it's you and me.
The names of Xie Wangshu and Jiang Jianyu are the two most noble moonlights in the capital, and they are also the two calmest abyss in the whirlpool of power. They sat across from each other holding hands, and what fell on their fingertips was the latitude and longitude of the country. What they looked up at was each other's pupils - there were the sharpest plans, and there was also frost that could only melt for one person.
Everyone knows that a pair of jewels side by side can determine the situation, but they don't know that every last-ditch battle without regrets is because there is a person standing behind him who will never turn around and leave. A cup of warm tea was handed over in the dragon's den, half a cloak was handed over silently in the stormy snow, and when life and death were on the line, the fingertips lightly touched the bottom of the sleeve to confirm - that was a deeper understanding than any oath.
The four pillars are about to fall, and the undercurrent is like a knife. They use their bodies as chess pieces and their hearts as scales. In the frightening world every step of the way, they leave a tenderness for each other that is never defensive. All calm plans, thrilling games, and desperate charges all point to the same end point:
To protect this country, we must also protect you, the only one in this game.
When you meet your opponent in chess, you also meet your opponent in this life. Mountains and rivers can be broken, but this situation cannot be broken.
Intention: It is a confidant, a true love, and it is between the world of mortals and the country.