Xiang Yu's eyes twitched as he saw his mother's figure standing before his very eyes, the fog swirling around her. She looked stunning, wearing the red dress she would have won when she entered the Huang family as a concubine. The dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her graceful movements. On her wrists were her favorite gold bangles jingling softly with each movement. Her hair was styled in a dazzling golden crown with intricate tassels and red rubies hanging like teardrops, catching the faint light and shimmering with an ethereal glow.
Her skin was flawless, her face meticulously made up, exuding an aura of timeless beauty. The familiar scent of rouge and rose wafted through the air, enveloping Xiang Yu in a wave of nostalgia. Around her neck hung the jade pendant he had been missing, its green surface gleaming against the red fabric of her dress.
