That night.
Eight-Nine Prefecture.
In the living room.
A chessboard.
Two women played quietly.
Outside, heavy snow filled the sky; inside, a stove burned and tea simmered.
It was a picture of peace.
"Your mind isn't at ease."
Che Feixian cradled her hot tea in both hands, quietly watching the breathtaking beauty before her.
Unconcealable exhaustion hung on that peerlessly beautiful face.
Every so often, she glanced at the photo of Little White Tiger on her phone.
Like a newlywed wife hoping her husband would return home soon.
"Is this man Little White Tiger?"
Che Feixian glanced at the other woman's phone with interest.
The wallpaper showed a burly man whose looks were not particularly handsome.
Dressed in a black suit, he looked utterly unromantic, yet gazed at the woman beside him with profound affection.
Their fingers were interlaced, their smiles sweet.
"Handsome, isn't he?" Xiao Yuan said, showing him off.
"No," the other woman answered honestly.
"That's because you can't appreciate his good looks." Xiao Yuan smiled.
Her two dimples were intoxicating.
"My Tiger looks ordinary enough."
"But he remembers my birthday, what I wore when we first met, and when I get my period."
"No matter how far he goes, he always messages me."
"No matter how long he's away, he always brings me gifts."
"No matter how successful he becomes outside, once he's home, he brings me water to wash my feet and cooks for me."
"He enjoys the scenery with me and watches romance movies with me, even though I know he doesn't understand them at all."
The more Xiao Yuan spoke, the happier she became.
Like a casual chat between close girlfriends, every sentence came back to Little White Tiger.
The smile never left her face.
Che Feixian listened, captivated, and sighed with a hint