Liang Jiahe met Xiang Yu when she was fourteen, and she never forgot him. He became an indelible memory in the life that followed.
At twenty, she said she was leaving. “Xiang Yu, I'm begging you. Let me go, and let yourself go too.”
Xiang Yu held back his anger and tried to ignore the pain rising in his heart. His hand, hanging at his side, clenched into a fist. After a long while, he turned away and slowly closed his eyes. “If we ever meet somewhere in the future, you must forget me.”
She wanted freedom and release, so he would give them to her. What was so hard about that? All he had to do was let go.
When they met again, each treated the other like a stranger. But fate bound them together once more: one fought to break free, while the other was left battered and bruised.
