The four of them followed him out, climbing the grand staircase adorned with rich red and gold decorations. The sounds of festive music floated through the air, a lively melody that underscored the excitement of the day. Yet, with each step closer to the bedroom, Han Xin felt his nerves spike.
The steward led the way, and Han Xin's grip tightened around the plate, heart racing in anticipation and anxiety. When they reached the familiar room, his breath caught in his throat. It was decorated beautifully in shades of red and gold, a tapestry of love and hope. There, sitting patiently on the bed, was Xiang Yu, the man who held his heart.
