"Go is something you can't give up once you fall in love with it." Time Jiuduan walked into the dilapidated attic again. The tears stained after a thousand years finally disappeared with the dream that spanned thousands of years at the moment of waking up. Eight years, eight years, it turned out to be just a dream. The fan in his hand was spoiled by those he served. When the wind blew, the fan slowly pointed at the chessboard. He could no longer suppress his inner emotions, and the tears in the corners of his eyes fell on the chessboard.
"You are in charge"
Intention: I made it up, Yingguang is so sad that I cry