Wedge

  No matter how hard I try to forget, the memories in my mind remain vivid. Whether fortunately or unfortunately, the fluttering chrysanthemum flowers in the wind have turned into rigid shackles. Brushing aside the thick clouds and mist is just a fleeting illusion, when will the swan return, what year, what sorrow...

  Ning Meng wasn't a girl who was good at playing chess, but for the sake of her obsession, she carefully planned and decided to lay out a game...