When Lu Heng found Xiang Yu, she was looking up, her face full of tears. In the moonlight, her figure appeared ethereal, exuding a sense of loneliness and detachment. Lu Heng didn't dare call out to her; he slowly walked up behind her. Xiang Yu sensed someone approaching, quickly wiped her face, and turned to look. Lu Heng saw her tear-streaked eyes, unusually bright and red at the nose, giving her a delicate charm different from her usual self. Her sorrowful expression tugged at his heart. "I'm sorry," Lu Heng blurted out. "It's all my fault. Please don't cry." Xiang Yu forced a smile, "It's not your fault, really." But she didn't know how to start explaining her thoughts, so she remained silent. Xiang Yu lowered her head, "Why did you come out? Didn't you dance?" Lu Heng was a bit angry, "Dance with whom? You left. Who was I supposed to dance with?" Xiang Yu looked up and saw the frustrated expression on his face. "Xiang Yu, what do you think of me? Why are you different towards me? Why?" Lu Heng's expression was serious. Xiang Yu sighed, stood in front of Lu Heng, and took his hand, "Come on, let's go back and dance." Lu Heng followed her, feeling her small, soft, cool hand in his warm, slender one. Xiang Yu only held a few of his fingers, but he felt rooted to the spot, following her without thinking.
As they walked through the corridor, they heard voices approaching. Lu Heng suddenly reversed his grip on Xiang Yu and pushed her into a corner. He whispered in her ear, "Someone's coming." They were very close; Xiang Yu could hear Lu Heng's heartbeat, strong and rapid. She looked up at him, her bangs brushing his chin. "Why are we hiding?" Lu Heng was stunned, looking at her in confusion. He suddenly realized he was almost holding her in his arms. His eyes involuntarily fell on her lips—small, slightly pouting, and lightly tinted red. He licked his own lips and swallowed hard. Mesmerized, he leaned down, intending to kiss her. Xiang Yu, noticing his expression, was momentarily dazed but then lowered her head, so the kiss landed on her forehead. Her face flushed red, all the way to her ears. She gently pushed Lu Heng, but he seemed unaware, lost in his dream. He gripped her arms tightly, "Xiang Yu, what do you want from me? Xiang Yu, I like you. You know that, don't you? Do you like me?" Lu Heng's eyes were filled with cautious earnestness. For some reason, Xiang Yu was afraid to answer. If this were the Lu Heng from her past life, she would have answered without hesitation. But this wasn't the Lu Heng from her previous life. She had been thrilled to be reborn, wanting to change their fate, hoping for Lu Heng to be well, and for them to stay together. But could she really change the destiny she had tried to rewrite over and over? Like tonight, reminiscing about their past together—what did that have to do with the present Lu Heng? Sometimes, she couldn't distinguish reality from dreams, couldn't see her own heart clearly. At this moment, she couldn't answer Lu Heng. She needed to sort out her thoughts before she could face him. As Lu Heng waited for her response, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He laughed self-deprecatingly. He really didn't understand what Xiang Yu was thinking. He let go of her hand, "Let's go back to the hall." He turned to walk back, but Xiang Yu grabbed his hand, "I want to dance with you," she said from behind him. "Will you dance with me?" Lu Heng replied with a muffled "Mm." "And I didn't avoid answering on purpose. I just don't know how to say it. But Lu Heng, we will be together in the future. Believe me, Lu Heng, we will be together." Lu Heng stopped in his tracks, turning to her with a look of disbelief, "Together?" His voice was filled with doubt but also an uncontrollable joy. "Yes, only with you," Xiang Yu nodded firmly. Lu Heng's smile couldn't be suppressed. "Come on, let's go back and dance," he said, gripping her hand in return.