Xiang Yu stirred awake, a groggy haze clinging to his mind. As his eyes fluttered open, he found himself lying on a soft bed, Lian and Mei perched at his side, their expressions etched with worry. It was as if they were afraid he might stop breathing at any moment.
When he finally blinked away the sleep, Lian and Mei both heaved sighs of relief. "You really want to scare us, Master," Lian said, her voice a mixture of exasperation and affection.
"My little heart can't take it anymore," Mei added, patting her chest dramatically.
Xiang Yu wanted to sit up, but Lian gently pressed him back down. "No, Master. Your wound isn't healed yet. You need to lie down."
He rubbed his temples, feeling as fragile as porcelain, not used to being coddled like this. "Who hit you?" Mei asked, her gaze piercing through him.
"Why are you asking?" Xiang Yu replied, hoping to deflect.
