Xiang Yu, knowing that he had saved his lover from such torment, made him feel a great sense of ease. He was more than willing to suffer in this place for all eternity if it meant Han Xin would be safe. Thus, he sat up on the cracked stone floor, seeming more relaxed.
His gaze was fixed on Xue Wuheng, who stood like a monument to cold fury, his aura sharp and glacial. But Xiang Yu was no longer afraid.
"It seems lonely here," Xiang Yu said, voice calm despite the ache in his chest. "I will keep you company."
Xue Wuheng sneered, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. He leaned down, his breath cold against Xiang Yu's cheek. "You little demon," he hissed, "you underestimate your value in Han Xin's eyes. I am certain, even now, they're scrambling to find a way to get you out of here."
