The Return of the Go

Gu Jingze remained silent, staring blankly at the night sky. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking, and his nails had dug deep into his flesh.,When I was ten years old, my mother died unexpectedly.,Gu Jingze's anger flared up, shooting straight to the top of his head. "Tomorrow, come with me to Hangzhou."。