"Don't say that," Su Jing stammered, her voice shaking. "He's not his… wi—husband, or whatever."
Han Xin's tone cut through the silence, firm and unyielding. "From now on, don't pick fights with him. Pack everything up, log it, and take it back."
"Yes, sir," the group murmured in unison, their deference palpable. Han Xin turned and walked out, his mind already drifting towards Xiang Yu.
***
Han Xin walked back to his place, a bag slung over his shoulder. The weight in his hands felt insignificant compared to the heaviness growing in his chest.
He couldn't explain it, but the need to see Xiang Yu had been gnawing at him ever since they raided the bunker. Actually he had been thinking about even before he left the house. He had been thinking about Xiang Yu more than he cared to admit.
At that time, the urge to go back and wake him up and drag him along, had simmered at the back of his mind. Han Xin had fought it and tried to hold himself back.
