"No, the manor is so large, and there are so many rooms, how could I disturb you." Tabby Teller glanced at the time.
The time he saw startled him; it was already twelve o'clock, almost without realizing it.
He enjoyed being together with Mama Lu; they got along well, as if they had known each other for a long time, rather than just meeting for the first time.
Tabby Teller was silent for a moment, frowned, and asked, "Did we use to play chess together like this before?"
He felt that his moves seemed to be completely visible to her, as if she always knew which step he would take.
Mama Lu thought for a moment before answering, "Well, we did play together before."
"I don't remember..." Tabby Teller had a strong premonition that he had forgotten many things, and some of the things he forgot might be extremely important.
The more anxious he became trying to recall, the more blurred and indistinct it became, and he couldn't remember.
