The moment she transmigrated, he was standing right in front of her, his sword pressed to her throat.
Surrounded at Gaixia, with songs of Chu on every side. When Yu Wan opened her eyes, the blade was only 0.1 seconds from her throat. She seized the sword and stopped its edge, meeting a pair of eyes blazing with murderous intent.
Xiang Yu did not trust her. He grabbed her by the throat, kept her under guard, and tested her. Every time he accepted her advice, blood was shed. She worked out a route for the grain supplies, and he rejected it. She burned the land registers for him, and he rejected it. She told him to bring down the great clans, and he still rejected it. But every time he turned down her proposal, he staked his life on her plan.
"I will trust you once. If we lose, the whole army will be buried here."
Trust did not grow on its own. It was built bit by bit with seventeen bodies, two thousand lives, and letter after letter set on fire.
The day she burned the "history books," he brought military reports to her tent, sword across his knees, reviewing them while keeping watch. She asked, "Shouldn't you be making the rounds?" He said, "You were sick all night. I can't very well go to sleep before you do."
By the banks of the Wu River, she planted a willow. He asked, "What are you leaving behind?" She replied, "You."
In his later years, he leaned against her shoulder and gazed at the willow outside the window. "I've lived long enough, too." She held him through the night and did not cry.
After drifting through two lifetimes, they finally found an eternal home.
