They were born in the same rain and separated in the same rain.
Lin An remembered all the details of that night: her sister's hot forehead, the jingling coins in the tin box, Xiaoxue's fingers drawing circles on the window on the bus. Then the black car drove up, and every sleepless night for the past ten years, she mentally re-walked the path of sycamore trees leading to the orphanage. Counting the scars on my body is like counting the stars with my sister when I was a child.
Lin Xue doesn't remember. She only knew that there was a more beautiful swing in the garden of her adoptive parents' house than the one she had sat on when she was a child. The love of her two brothers filled the blank space where she had no memory. She would occasionally have a dream in which someone pushed her from behind, once, twice, or three times. Who is that person and why does he look so similar to me? Is she a relative who abandoned me?
When he was eighteen years old, someone handed Lin An a photo of his sister.
"Want to see her? The price is"
They have all gone through the path of becoming chess pieces.
This time, the chessboard has to be lifted by itself.
Intent: In a world that turns people into weapons, love is the only flaw and the last bit of humanity.