Nighttime.
Chen Shouyi and the Shell Lady sat facing each other, with a flying chess set placed between them.
These days, the Shell Lady was really feeling restless. Her temper, corrected not long ago, was starting to relapse, and she was becoming increasingly agitated, so he had to take time to accompany her.
The chess set was picked up from the neighborhood; he didn't know who had thrown it away.
This stirred up long-lost memories for him.
This flying chess, with simple rules that require no thinking, depending entirely on luck, was his favorite among all games. He played it from kindergarten through elementary school. If he still had someone to play with, since even Chen Xingyue lost interest, he could have played until middle school.
…
He picked up the die, shook it, and gently cast it.
His expression turned ugly instantly.
Damn it, still no six!
