After cleaning up the chess pieces,
Luo Changfeng and Luo Youwei began their third game.
About half an hour later,
the curtain fell on their third game.
The victor was naturally Luo Changfeng.
The loser remained the little fellow Luo Youwei.
And still, it ended in a crushing defeat.
It's just that, it seemed, after the miserable losses of the first two games,
Luo Youwei's mood wasn't as upset as before.
It was just a sense of helplessness.
"Elder Changfeng, on the chess board, your calculations are still so exhaustive."
"No matter how hard I try, it seems I'm still within your expectations."
Luo Youwei showed a wry smile.
She raised her head and said to Luo Changfeng in front of her.
"Sometimes, a game of chess is just like understanding life itself."
"You little girl, how many years have you even lived on this vast land?"
"How can you compare with me?"
