Xiang Yu lay there sleeping, and no one except Long Wu would go wake him. Tie Zhuzi certainly didn't dare to.
Xiang Yu had slept for a long time, dreaming of being in the military camp, dreaming of brothers who had died during a mission.
He dreamed of the mission that filled him with regret, from which he was the only one to return alive. But as he turned his head, he seemed to see the captain's smirk, that smile strange and scornful.
Initially, Xiang Yu had almost lost his sanity, so he hadn't noticed this detail. But in the dream, that scene emerged again. The dream version of Xiang Yu was more of a bystander, and he froze the scene right there.
He came in front of the captain and could clearly see the captain's contemptuous smile. The expressions of the others were also strange, as if they were about to burst into loud laughter at any moment.
"What's actually going on, what are you all thinking?" Xiang Yu stood before them, confused.
