The villagers stood frozen, mouths agape, eyes wide with disbelief. Who would have imagined that the "wife" Han Xin had spoken of so fondly was not only a man but a demon. And not just any demon, but the Demon King of the North himself. The revelation shattered every assumption they had made about Han Xin's identity. The young women who had once vied for the coveted position of concubine quietly stepped back, their hopes dissolving like frost under sunlight.
When their lips finally parted, Xiang Yu pulled Han Xin into a fierce embrace, his eyes no longer glowing with fury but softened with a glint of joy. Han Xin returned the gesture, arms wrapped tightly around Xiang Yu's lower back, grounding himself in the warmth of that impossible love.
