His heart raced, each beat echoing the uncharacteristic vulnerability he felt. He had always thought love was a distant notion. It was like a fleeting shadow that danced at the edges of his existence. In the past, marriage had seemed like a mere obligation, a societal expectation to fulfil. Yet, the instant Xiang Yu had entered his life, everything shifted. It was as if a long-forgotten melody had been unearthed, and he was now dancing to its rhythm, unable to resist its call.
With his thumb gently caressing the back of Xiang Yu's hand, Han Xin's gaze flickered up, searching the depths of his beloved's eyes. He could feel the warmth radiating from Xiang Yu, a stark contrast to his own trembling demeanour.
