It started raining when they were approaching the Capital, with few human habitation near the river bank, the boat was slightly shaking on the water surface.
Lin Jiaojiao, who had been silently sitting by the chess board with a furrowed brow, only then dropped the white piece that had been paused in her hand for a long time.
On the small chess board, a silent fight was happening. The white piece, like a berserk soldier, was desperately strangling the black piece. Although the attack was fierce, it left a retreat for the black piece, and there were traps in the retreat.
The hand that Yan Sihan used for playing chess couldn't help but pause. Even when looking at the whole situation, there are times when he can't see through it. However, as long as he can see through the fog, he can regain a city.
In the end, the boat docked, leaving a game of chess unfinished.
