Peng Xiu's confession

Xiang Yu ended the call with the Marshal and leaned back into the couch, emotion swirling in his chest. Thoughts raced through his mind, each one sharper than the last. He had no patience to wait for the Marshal to take action, he had to act first.

An hour later, he lay in bed, the darkness enveloping him like a blanket. In his hand, he held a chain with the rings, each one glinting softly in the dim light. He caressed them delicately, his eyes dazed and lost in a haze of memories. He slid one ring off the chain and slipped it onto his ring finger, recalling the day Han Xin had proposed.

He was thinking of how nervous he could have been while kneeling on one knee and looking at him like he was afraid he would say no.