I will be waiting for you, baby.

The soft glow of the healing capsule bathed the medical bay in an ethereal light, casting dancing shadows that swayed across the sterile walls. Inside, nestled in a cocoon of shimmering emerald energy, Han Xin lay in peaceful slumber.

His breathing was slow and even, his features relaxed and serene, completely unaware of the storm brewing just outside the capsule's protective shell. The rhythmic hum of the healing device filled the air, a steady, comforting pulse that stood in stark contrast to the frantic beat of Xiang Yu's heart.

He sat beside the capsule, his hand trembling slightly as he reached out. His fingertips brushed against the smooth, unblemished skin of Han Xin's cheek, tracing the delicate curve of his jawline. For a fleeting moment, the crushing weight of responsibility, the gnawing fear for Han Xin's safety, eased.