Han Zhan and Kai Wang watched them, curiosity evident in their expressions. "Where are you going?" Han Zhan called after them.
"To the car. I will be right back," Han Xin shouted over his shoulder.
They didn't walk far, sliding down the mountain until they reached the vehicle. Han Xin opened the tap on the insulated tank at the back of the car.
He handed Xiang Yu a bar of soap, watching as Xiang Yu began to wash his hands, scrubbing vigorously against the dirt and blood that had marred his skin.
As the water flowed, Han Xin watched with a tight knot in his chest as Xiang Yu scrubbed fervently at his hands. The rough texture of the soap lather was turning Xiang Yu's skin a painful shade of red. Han Xin stepped closer, instinctively reaching out to grasp Xiang Yu's wrist. "Don't rub so hard," he urged softly.
