Chapter 1472

Feng Jin invited Wu Ming and Baili Xia to Jin Ye Pavilion as guests, and of course, it wasn’t for some kind of banquet.

In the middle of the night, even lights were rare.

However, under the pavilion in the backyard of Jin Ye Pavilion, a chess game was set up.

Black and white chess pieces, the kind Baili Xia had only seen on TV.

She thought it should belong to ancient times, yet, even in this era, she could see it.

Someone actually took it out and used it as a daily item.

Coming to Jin Ye Pavilion was unexpected even for Wu Ming.

Feng Jin didn’t continue to ask how much he knew about Bei Qingyou but instead, asked him to solve the chess game.

This board seemed to have been here for quite some time.

“Mr. Fengjin, may I ask, how long has this chessboard been here?”

Even Baili Xia could see that.

The chessboard was at least over ten years old, placed here, almost blending in with the stone table.

Feng Jin’s eyes, usually a bit bright, dimmed considerably because of her question.

His gaze wandered to the distant horizon, looking at the dark night sky, his lips tightly pressed.

“I’m sorry…” Actually, Baili Xia didn’t know what she was apologizing for.

It’s just that seeing him like this, she inexplicably felt that she must have stirred up some bad memories for him.

She thought Feng Jin wouldn’t answer her question, and unexpectedly, he spoke softly.

“Sixteen years… eight months and three days.”

Baili Xia’s heart skipped a beat, her fingers trembling slightly, almost unable to sit steady, nearly slipping down.

Sixteen years, eight months and three days, counting, it should be not long after Bei Qingyou passed away that it was placed here.

He placed the chessboard here, but just now, she saw the stone table had four stools, only one having traces of frequent use.

Over the long years, the appearance of being frequently sat on or not began to differ.

Could it be that in these sixteen years, only he came here often to sit by himself?

Did he…

play chess with himself?

A sour feeling welled up in her heart, inexplicably uncomfortable.

Just thinking about Feng Jin’s years of solitude, her heart ached unbearably.

Baili Xia instinctively clutched her chest, feeling stuffy and uncomfortable.

Beside her, Wu Ming, who had been focused on the chess game since he arrived, finally showed some reaction.

He picked up a black piece, suddenly raised his hand, and placed it down.

Feng Jin looked at where he placed the piece, his eyes regained a trace of light.

“Nice move.” He picked up a white piece and placed it down.

Glancing faintly at Wu Ming, “Continue.”

Wu Ming also picked up a black piece, staring at the board, and began to ponder.

Baili Xia saw that Feng Jin seemed genuinely interested in playing chess with Wu Ming.

So she didn’t say a word either, just sat quietly watching them.

The legendary untouchable Mr.

Bei Fengjin didn’t seem so intimidating.

Watching him play chess with Wu Ming now, there was even a gentle and courteous feeling.

Of course, Baili Xia thought, when Feng Jin put on a cold face, his aura was indeed chilly.

But now, wasn’t it fine?

Sometimes, when Wu Ming made a good move, there seemed to be a hint of subtle happiness in Feng Jin’s eyes.

Is it that his aura and Wu Ming’s fit particularly well, or is it some kind of fate?

Feng Jin seemed…

genuinely not averse to Wu Ming at all.