The autumn wind blows, bringing a touch of early winter's chill to the courtyard of Huangyu Palace as the sun sets, and night falls.
The sound of black and white pieces being placed on the chessboard is crisp and pleasant, but there is no excess smile on the faces of Pei Wanyu and Xiao Yinruo as they play.
Both have their own ulterior motives, chatting about unrelated topics while playing chess, but have yet to find a suitable entry point.
One wants empathy, the other wants to be empathized with... but they both want the other to subtly suggest it, and for now, there's no way, leading to this stalemate.
Xiao Yinruo stares at the chessboard, slightly furrowing her eyebrows, seemingly worried about the situation on the board: "Has your chess ability declined?"
"If that's the case, why haven't you won yet?" Pei Wanyu looks at Xiao Yinruo, appearing calm on the surface, though somewhat anxious inside.
