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On this day, Qi Hui was sitting on a stool in the main hall. On the opposite side of the table was the half-smiling face of Yi Xin, and on the middle table was a plate of chess pieces that were almost finished.

The crisscrossing of black and white made people a little dizzy. At this time, Qi Wanxian was staring at the chess pieces on the chessboard with rapt attention.

And the tears?

Naturally