Xiang An slowly opened his eyes.
What showed in those bright eyes was understanding—and sorrow.
"This is... the seal Father left within my brother's and my bodies before he died," he said slowly.
Xiang Yu pressed a hand to his chest. Though he was a hundred li away, the words he spoke were almost identical to Xiang An's.
"The condition for this seal to be released... is Uncle's—no, Xiang Liang's death." Xiang Yu raised his head, his tone calm.
What reflected in his pupils was composure, even indifference.
After thinking for several seconds, Xiang Yu hesitated. The hand he had wanted to use to stroke Wu Zhui fell back down. He seized the reins, mounted his horse, and continued toward Dingtao.
Xiang An raised his head and let out a long breath. He seemed to be choking back sobs, unwilling to let the tears hanging at the corners of his eyes trail down his face.
Grabbing Torrent Gallop's reins, Xiang An said nothing. He merely patted Torrent Gallop's thick neck. As if it could sense Xiang An's emotions, Torrent Gallop gave a soft neigh and rubbed its soft muzzle against Xiang An's face, as though comforting him.
Mounting up and squeezing his legs around the horse's flanks, Xiang An continued toward Dingtao, sorrow in his eyes.
I remembered. I remembered everything. Even so, I was still sad. I still wanted to cry.
This was the right of being human. This was proof that I was human.
Father, Uncle...
Gritting his teeth, Xiang An fiercely wiped at the corner of his eye with the back of his hand.
Xiang Yu had already reached the outskirts of Dingtao's battlefield.
Not only had the army Xiang Liang led out of the city been destroyed, even the Dingtao garrison that had come later as