He felt a sense of helplessness; he couldn't find a way to ease the pain dwelling within his lover. He would have taken the hurt upon himself and carried it like a physical weight if it meant bringing even a flicker of light back to Xiang Yu's eyes.
When they finally returned to the imperial palace, Han Xin shadowed Xiang Yu's movements, like he was afraid of leaving him alone. He knew he needed to lift Xiang Yu's spirits somehow.
He asked Han Zhan to have them prepare a romantic dinner with all of Xiang Yu's preferences and Han Zhan happily passed on the order. A happy Xiang Yu meant a happy Imperial Lord.
As they walked through the garden, fragrant blossoms swaying softly in the night breeze, Han Xin gently clasped Xiang Yu's hand. "You must be hungry," he said, his voice warm. "Let's have dinner."
Xiang Yu turned to him, a flicker of curiosity brightening his expression. "That would be nice," he replied, "are the others waiting for us?"
