Last night
As he lay in bed, Han Xin's mind was tormented by yet another vivid dream. In the dream, he found himself completely enveloped in darkness all alone but not for long.
Xiang Yu suddenly appeared from the abyss. He slowly walked over and stood before him, his dark eyes gleaming with an unreadable intensity. Han Xin's heart pounded as he tried to back away, but there was nowhere to escape.
As though sensing his retreat, Xiang Yu moved swiftly, pushing him against the wall with a force that startled him. Han Xin's anger flared, his fists clenching as he struggled to restrain his anger. But before he could react, soft lips pressed against his, silencing his protests.
