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.,In Hangzhou, during the days he relied on his uncle, he met a neighbor kid. He was a kind and generous child, willing to share snacks with him and toys, unlike other kids who mocked him for being a wild child.。