The next afternoon, Wen Xinya was sitting in the living room with Si Yiyan over a game of Chinese chess.
The purple rosewood chess board was covered with black and white chess seeds. Si Yiyan was amazed by Wen Xinya's talent in the game. She merely read through a few chess manuals and seemed to be able to figure out a few strategies on her own. When he tried giving her some tips, she was able to understand quickly and even devised advanced techniques from them!
"Have you decided?" Si Yiyan looked at Wen Xinya, who was deep in thought, with a piece of black chess seed between her thin, long fingers. The black seed contrasted with her pure, fair skin. The chess game had reached a difficult stage. As a beginner, it was already quite impressive of her to arrive at this stage.
"Here?" Wen Xinya placed the seed on the chess board without releasing it. She looked up to see Si Yiyan's reaction.
