She was supposed to be just a pawn.
He was her goal, and she was his trial.
In the gap between the two factions, she was cautious about her words and actions.
Those calm eyes, the familiar scent of sandalwood,
She couldn't tell who was sincere and who was bait.
It is even more difficult to tell which sentence of temptation is a test and which moment is temptation.
And he never taught her—
How do people who are trapped in the middle of a chess game survive?
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Concept: A very ordinary story