Yan Zhi's gaze also fell on the chessboard. Out of curiosity, she had studied this game several times.
She found that she completely didn't understand the rules, but after Long Wushe's explanation, she seemed to grasp a little and then laughed:
"I think we're like the pieces in this game of chess."
Long Wushe looked up at her.
"If we consider each piece as an independent entity, those pieces on the board don't know which direction to go.
However, the game has already begun. Even if the future is uncertain, we must push forward despite the difficulties. Possibly, with each step a piece takes on the board in its struggle, it may be getting further and further from victory."
Long Wushe's eyes opened slightly wider. His eyelashes were long and thick, especially the lower lashes, clearly defined.
He looked at Yan Zhi, his voice as gentle as jade softly colliding, "Getting further and further from victory?"
