Han Xin struggled with a mix of confusion and anger, unsure if the raging emotion was directed at Xiang Yu or himself. How could he find both irritation and a strange sense of attraction in the midst of what was supposed to be a confrontation?
His anger surged like a tempest, hot and overwhelming. With a fierce shove, he pushed Xiang Yu off him, the irony of Xiang Yu's earlier taunt about using words, not hands, igniting his frustration even further. He couldn't shake the bitter feeling that lingered. This was the man who had replaced his bride and married him only to try and assassinate him.
Xiang Yu hit the ground with a loud thud, pain shooting through him. It felt like he had broken his butt, and he bit back a yelp. As anger bubbled inside him, he vowed silently to make Han Xin pay for this... someday, when Han Xin fell in love with him. The thought motivated him and he wasn't going to let this go easily.
