Xiang Yu stood by the window, feeling somewhat forlorn. Yan Bin had always been a detestable person in his heart. But now that he had finally gotten rid of him, he couldn't muster any joy, instead, he felt bewildered.
In the end, he could only sigh and head back to his room to sleep.
Xiang Yu's sleep was deep and oblivious to the world; he didn't know the time, only hearing someone knocking on the door from outside. He responded groggily, planning to continue sleeping, since no one had ever come to disturb his sleep before.
Could he still be dreaming? Xiang Yu didn't want to deal with it, deciding to sleep a bit more. Then the knocking resounded again, this time even more vigorously than before.
Only after confirming that it wasn't a dream did Xiang Yu sit up in bed.
"Zhuzi, stop knocking, just come in and talk," Xiang Yu called out from inside.
