Xiang Yu stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought for a while. At this moment, he had no cigarettes. Had he had one, the atmosphere would have been even more profound.
Checking the time, it was already midnight. If he didn't sleep now, he would definitely not wake up on time tomorrow. With Long Wu here, he would have to get up even if he was still sleepy. Realizing this, Xiang Yu stopped pretending to be deep in thought and hurried upstairs to sleep.
He still muttered to himself, annoyed that after all the pretense of being profound, there wasn't a woman accompanying him, which was somewhat disappointing.
After returning to his room, he immediately lay down on his bed and fell into a deep sleep.
That night, he dreamt. He dreamt of the days he trained in the military camp with his comrades—those days were tiring but simple and joyful. He liked to laugh, being the liveliest and most cheerful in the squad. As the youngest, everyone treated him like a little brother.
