Why would he leave?

Han Zhan, his gaze fixed on Han Xin's rapidly ascending figure, sighed. "You would think so," he murmured, his voice laced with a weariness that went beyond the immediate situation. 

He watched as Han Xin disappeared up the stairs, the dread in his heart intensifying. He had a feeling that without Xiang Yu in his life, his cousin would spiral out of control.

Han Xin stood before the door to Xiang Yu's bed chambers, his heart pounding in his chest. His hand trembled as he reached for the security panel, but it froze in midair. He wiped his dry lips, a futile attempt to steady himself.

He couldn't bear the thought of shattering the illusion that Xiang Yu was inside, hugging the body pillow with his face buried in its softness. Han Xin bit his lower lip, trying to restrain himself, but he failed. With a heavy heart, he tapped the panel, and the door slid open.