The chess game continues.
Wen Xishu suddenly began to retract his pieces back to their original positions.
Lu Mingxuan seemed to understand what Wen Xishu wanted to do.
He stared blankly at Wen Xishu. At this moment, no data could help him deduce the next outcome.
He only offered Wen Xishu two outcomes, making Wen Xishu, as a gamer, have only two options: victory and defeat.
But at this precise moment, Wen Xishu seemed to have found a third outcome.
No... not just three, perhaps countless.
Because in life, nothing is predetermined.
As if driven by a supernatural force, he began to make retractions that did not align with the optimal solution.
The two of them, like old friends who just finished a game, tacitly reset the board.
"One more game."
"This time, no revivals, no unfair rules."
"Just you and me, playing a game."
"Just like... many years ago, when you always hoped someone would play with you like that."
