He took a step closer, his smile unwavering, perhaps even challenging Han Xin to match his ease. "Do you like my smile? Is it beautiful?"
The remark lodged itself like a thorn in Han Xin's mind. He forced himself to breathe deeply, trying to suppress the uncharacteristic fluster that surged alongside his annoyance.
Instead of responding to the provocation, he simply handed Xiang Yu a set of clothes and a pair of boots, his expression closing off. "Wear that from now on," he said curtly as if that would dismiss the tension between them.
Han Xin also placed a bag of toiletries at Xiang Yu's feet. "You can use this."
Xiang Yu's brow knitted in confusion, genuine bewilderment creeping into his expression. He wanted to ask why, but the words didn't come. Instead, he reached down, taking the clothes and the bag from Han Xin.
"Let's go," Han Xin said, turning to walk away, leaving Xiang Yu standing there momentarily stunned.
