Dead Chess

"Leave the night. If you want, wait two years for me to clear out the mission and finishing up the feast. Then I'll go find you."

He pulled her into his arms and pressed her head against his chest.

"Weiyang, I do not blame you. I know you are worried about me. But I'm also worried about you, you understand?

After a day of calm, he still could not be cruel to her. He tried to calmly discuss these things with her.

But how could Shen Weiyang let go? She hugged him tightly and her tears wet the fabric on his chest. Her voice was choked with sobs. "I'm not afraid. Two years is too long. I can't wait."

She had already learned from Murong Wanyu that he was a dead chess piece thrown by the Leng family. When he came into contact with the mission of the banquet, he was ready to be sacrificed at any time.

Under such circumstances, how could she bear to let go at this moment?