The original owner's story is actually not much to talk about.
It's just a tale of a young and ignorant girl who got trafficked and eventually trained into a chess piece.
"I somehow feel..." Lingji hesitated to continue.
"What?"
Chuzheng was still leaning against him, her lips brushing his cheek, too close for comfort, causing Lingji's face to redden even more.
Lingji whispered, "The person you're talking about... isn't like you."
The girl in her story was naive and timid and had never seen the outside world.
But she...
Wasn't like that.
"Because I..."
Beep—
[Little sister, please don't break the rules~] King's Account's voice cheerfully reminded.
"People grow up." Chuzheng corrected herself, "Haven't you heard the stories of growing up overnight? I am different. I'm like someone who's been replaced; however, Bastard won't let me tell you."
Lingji was a bit puzzled, "But, it shouldn't be possible to..."
Chuzheng's tone turned colder, "Don't you believe me?"
