Getting a body pillow

The wind blew gently, and Han Xin's hand rested on the back of his neck. It now made sense why his neck was free of any marks and why his old scars had vanished. Xiang Yu's healing capsule had done its work, but Han Xin struggled to accept this truth. He needed confirmation from Doctor Bai.

He raised his head, looking up at the sky with its two moons. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions and revelations.

***

Four days later, Xiang Yu stood before the mirror, staring at his back. The pain was still severe, and the deep wounds from his flesh being seared off were healing slowly. His reflection showed the raw, angry marks that marred his skin, a testament to the recent ordeal. Hex, the AI, suddenly chirped with excitement, "It's here! It's here!"