The world is always so turbulent and treacherous, like a strange pool. No one knows who controls the routines in the pool and who is a chess piece. Those who enter the game are fascinated, and the onlookers are also fascinated. While talking and laughing, who can predict the other party's thoughts. She was dressed in white, stained with the blood of countless people, and had many chess games planned in her sleeves. He seemed casual, but he had many scheming intentions, taking advantage of her strategies, and was so greedy that he wanted to win her heart, just because he had lost his heart to her. The wind rises, the clouds disperse, and the world plots.