At this moment on the chessboard, two slender figures stood facing each other a hundred meters apart.
Xia Pingzhou looked up at Yanmo Lin.
Yanmo Lin slightly widened her eyes, stared at the floor for a while.
Her low-hanging black straight hair covered her eyes, she slowly raised her gaze from under her bangs, meeting his eyes.
The two silently stared at each other for a moment before someone spoke to break the silence on the chessboard.
"It's you..." she murmured.
"Yes, ask what you want, I'm very forgiving of the dead," Xia Pingzhou said calmly.
"You traitor, your tone is quite unfriendly," Yanmo Lin sneered.
"What else?"
"So you joined the White Crow Travel Brigade from the start just to take revenge on me?" Yanmo Lin paused, "Because... half a year ago I killed your family?"
Xia Pingzhou lowered his eyes and then raised them again, answering, "Yes, but not entirely."
"What do you mean?"
