Han Xin's lips pressed into a thin line. He knew it wasn't the wisest choice. But if it was the only one left… then it was the right one.
Han Jun wasn't done yelling at him. "If you mark yourself with that seal, do you understand what that means? You will be trapped. Forever."
His wife met his gaze, unwavering. "Yes, I know. But shouting won't change what he's endured. Let him speak."
Han Zhan stood at the doorway, his hand gripping the frame as though it could anchor the unease twisting in his chest. His memories of the different worlds were fragmented, scattered like shards of glass, but one truth burned clear, Han Xin loved Xiang Yu with a depth that defied reason. He loved him enough to throw himself into ruin if it meant saving him.
That knowledge made Han Zhan's stomach knot. He felt powerless, watching events spiral beyond his reach.
