Lu Xunzhi signaled Song Zhen to make his move.
Song Zhen placed a piece, then lifted his gaze to continue staring at Lu Xunzhi.
That look demanded an answer from Lu Xunzhi.
The incense curled up, ethereal, the tea aroma penetrating the heart and spleen, this place, with a single lamp and a scene, a window and an object, all matched Lu Xunzhi's temperament, and also Liang Xiaoqi's.
Seeing that the other party did not answer, Song Zhen patiently continued the game.
After several moves, Lu Xunzhi finally spoke, "I didn't expect you to come, there are many things, I also haven't figured out how to speak to you."
Song Zhen asked, "So do you feel guilt, or regret in your heart?"
Lu Xunzhi: "Both."
A game not yet finished, the chessboard's two sides locked in intense conflict, already at a status likened to water against fire.
