Who can talk about the love between Xiang Yu and Yu Ji?

Yu Ji was born in a rainy place in the Qin Dynasty (now Wuxian County, Jiangsu Province). She was born beautiful and good at sword dancing. When Xiang Yu revolted in Wuzhong in 209 BC, Yu Ji appreciated his bravery and took himself as a concubine, often serving around. If we count their marriage history, it will be exactly seven years when it was built in 202 BC, which is what we often call the seven-year itch marriage age. In these seven years, Xiang Yu and Yu Ji certainly didn't follow Qi Mei's example and respect each other, let alone have romance and vows. Their relationship is somewhat similar to that of an eagle and a nest. Xiang Yu is an eagle. When it is tired of flying in the wind and rain, it will return to the warm nest in Kyrgyzstan to rest. In other words, they are just water and fire in their hearts, and they don't need vows of eternal love. In the occasional eye contact, Xiang Yu's fire burns quietly and concubine's water boils slowly; On the contrary, Yu Ji's water flowed quietly, and Xiang Yu's fire slowly went out. They all knew that the time to say goodbye was coming, and she read it in his eyes. What impressed her most was his stalwart body and sharp sword, as well as his firm and confident eyes. At this moment, she saw a kind of pity and helplessness, a kind of gloom and nostalgia, which she had never seen before. Needless to say, she knows what he needs now and what she should do. She silently poured a glass of wine, gently put it in front of him, turned around and took out a long sword. She knew he needed wine and sword dancing, so she jumped up. His eyes danced with the light of her sword. Once upon a time, every time he saw her dancing a sword, he naturally thought of the scene of the battlefield, and his heart was full of pride; But this time, he felt the despair of a sword roaring and dancing with the pain of his soul. His soul was cut off in wisps, and a series of voices struggled out of his chest. He longs for more intense sword dance. She seemed to hear his heartbeat. She danced herself into a sword and hit him in the chest like an elf. He has been completely torn apart, struggling to let out a cry, and at the same time singing with his soul: pulling up mountains and sharing anger with the world. Bad times never die. What can I do without dying? I'm afraid I'm afraid I can't do anything! She listened word for word, and the sword dance became more intense. His mountains, rivers and swift horses were once his favorites. At this moment, she recognized that he cared most about himself. She knew that he was desperate, and she knew that he chose to destroy himself forever. Her tears can't help but flow down, and she can't let him have the slightest concern after leaving. During the dance, she also responded sadly to the Jedi: the Han soldiers had already left, and the songs were everywhere. Your majesty's loyalty has been exhausted, and I can't have children. The dance suddenly stopped. Blood spattered from her neck. He acted quickly, held her warm body and walked silently to Wujiang River.