"I'll draw it for Mr...."
Shi Xiangxia shook his head tiredly, sat down against the cold stone platform, and looked in the direction of A Bian, wanting to explain something, but his eyes became blurry, and the young and immature face gradually overlapped with the clear and handsome face in his memory...
"It seems like he's not playing chess, but digging out his heart."
"Good chess is not played, but flows out drop by drop like blood."
In a daze, he suddenly remembered that night at the lake, the drunken moonlight and cool breeze, and the person sitting opposite him. He sighed slightly, raised his head and said with a smile: In the end, I have only written no more than two-thirds of the volume. I will ask Sehun to help me complete the remaining volume...
"You and I live for chess and die for chess. It's so infatuated."
Intention: The kindness of a drop of water will be reciprocated by a spring of water