Han Zhan freaking out

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of Xiang Yu's words hanging in the air. Sister Meng's shoulders slumped as she absorbed the revelation. "So now he likes you back?" she asked softly.

Xiang Yu nodded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and melancholy. Sister Meng sighed a deep, weary sound. "Why are all the guys I like taken or gay?" she muttered, her voice tinged with resignation.

Xiang Yu chuckled softly, the sound breaking the tension. "Maybe the universe is saving that spot for your soulmate," he said, his tone gentle and reassuring.

Sister Meng's eyes were wide with curiosity as she asked, "So he is your soulmate?"

Xiang Yu paused, the weight of the question hanging in the air. After a moment, he nodded. "He is," he said softly, the words carrying a depth of emotion.