Xiang An fell.
He hit the ground, rolled several times down the slope, and came to a stop beside Xiang Yu.
Xiang Yu and Xiang An, once brothers, lay at the bottom of the deep pit in the same posture, facing opposite directions.
"Can you still see all this?" Xiang An asked weakly, his voice steeped in sorrow.
Bang—!!!
The turbulent water crashed into a nearby pit, sending up huge muddy-yellow waves that fell over the two of them together with the fine drizzle.
Xiang An stared at the gloomy sky, his eyes still retaining the blood-red traces of pain and unwillingness.
Xiang Yu lay beside Xiang An. Though his face was covered in blood, though the wound in his abdomen had been further torn open by Xiang An's blows, his expression remained calm.
"...I can see it." Xiang Yu's calm yet weak voice reached Xiang An's ears.
"Cough, cough—ugh—" Xiang An seemed to want to say something, but a fit of coughing seized him. His internal organs throbbed with agony, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Even so, Xiang An, nearly at the end of his strength, still forced himself to sit up.
"...You never lied, Xiang Yu." His hair tie had long been lost amid the frenzied battle. Xiang An's loose hair draped over his face, preventing Xiang Yu from seeing his expression.
Xiang Yu also wanted to sit up, but—his limbs had already been broken by Xiang An.
Xiang An seemed to want to stand, but his knees gave out, and he collapsed again.
This happened to let Xiang An see Xiang Yu's face.
See Xiang Yu's miserable state.
Xiang An lay facedown on the ground, staring at Xiang Yu in a daze.
Then, suddenly, he laughed.
"See? There are things in this world that