Side room.
Center.
Two men sat facing each other.
Qin Guanglin slightly bowed his head, his brows furrowed.
Across from him, He's Daddy tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his gaze intense as he looked at him.
After a long silence, He's Daddy couldn't help but speak, "Why don't you take back a move?"
"No, no, no, I've thought it through."
"It's okay to take back a move, we're just playing for fun."
"..." Qin Guanglin hesitated but still declined, lifting his hand to pick up his horse and giving it a tap, "I'll move here, it's your turn."
Watch the game without comments, place pieces without regrets.
Losing is just losing, especially since he wasn't very good at Chinese chess in the first place, it's not embarrassing.
"Well then, I checkmate." He's Daddy advanced a cannon, perfectly positioned behind his horse.
Qin Guanglin sunk into thought again...
