Looking at his clear, ink-colored pupils without any impurities, He Guancheng felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. There was a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and his wet palms could hardly hold the chess piece. He Guancheng closed his eyes and tried to calm down, but when he opened his eyes, the cold decision still lay before him.
Is this move going to be made or not?
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