When Feng Lan heard Xiang Yu ask about the past, her expression grew serious. She stood there frozen, as if trying to recall those memories.
Xiang Yu did not interrupt her, merely sitting there quietly. He understood that this process was painful. He had experienced it himself and knew the bitter taste it left in Feng Lan's heart.
Back then, his brothers had fallen to save him. Although he hadn't witnessed their tragic fates, he could only imagine how agonizing their deaths must have been.
The two remained wrapped in their thoughts. Eventually, Feng Lan sat down across from Xiang Yu, her face tense with pain, and said, "The details have become blurry—I can only remember bits and pieces."
Seeing her distress, Xiang Yu did not press her, opting instead to wait patiently.
