An endless yellow city wall.
One side like heaven, the other like hell.
It seems to divide Yin and Yang.
Outside the city wall, the dull yellow sky and cracked earth were stained with dark red bloodstains that could not be washed away no matter what. A breeze blew, lifting not yellow sand, but blood-stained gravel.
Inside the city wall, there were shady green trees in the back, and in the front, clusters of flowers with golden-patterned fawns strolling through the blooms.
Lu Chang'sheng was sitting in the garden at that moment, with Nuwa sitting opposite him, a chessboard placed between them.
Lu Chang'sheng placed a white piece on the side corner and said, "Five white pieces, you lost."
Nuwa was both crying and laughing, "What kind of chess are you playing?"
"Five-in-a-row, aren't you familiar with it?"
Lu Chang'sheng almost wanted to call her an amateur, but considering Nuwa's stature in ancient Chinese culture, he decided to show a little more respect.
