After a long time, she could not understand why he played chess with her that day. The two of them said nothing off-topic all afternoon. An easy move, a regrettable move with no limit, and the sun is just right.
In the years to come, when she was very upset, she would make a pot of tea, holding black in her left hand and white in her right hand, and her heart would suddenly become very quiet.
Who is whose happiness?