Xiang Yu knew that Feng Lan was about to reveal the truth, so he quickly straightened up and listened attentively.
"I don't know your identity, but since things have already come to this point, I have nothing left to hide— we were framed," Feng Lan said with a vacant look in her eyes, as if she was immersed in the painful memories.
"Two years ago, our squad of eight accepted a mission to assassinate an important figure. The process was very dangerous, but we still accomplished it, at the cost of one sister. Exhausted, the seven of us reached the prearranged rendezvous point. We hadn't even started to rest when we discovered we were surrounded."
As she spoke, tears began to form in Feng Lan's eyes. Xiang Yu didn't say anything but handed her a tissue. He could relate to that feeling, though now he rarely cried.
