Winter passed and spring came.
Swiftly, a year had passed.
Early in the morning, the heavily guarded sanatorium was still cold and lonely as usual.
There was a rock table under the Chinese parasol tree and two men were playing chess on it.
The man opposite Zhuang Zongren had a black chess piece in his hand. The ring on his finger gave off a fleeting shine.
The man was in his usual black suit, buttoned up to his sleeves. The coldness he used to exude, which could make anyone beside him suffocate, had mellowed and become a more reliable and matured aura.
"That was fast... A year has passed…" Zhuang Zongren sighed as he looked up into the sky.
The man did not say anything, but the finger holding that black chess piece paused.
After some time, Zhuang Zongren put his chess piece down and asked the man opposite him, "Tell me, what is it that you want from me this time?"
The man replied swiftly, "I want to bring Xiao Xi away."
