Substitute

Xiang Yu's heart jumped for a fleeting second when he saw a familiar face. But his heart calmed when he saw that it was just an immitation, a cheap imitation at that of Han Xin.

His heart that had just calmed turned to rage. Anger surged through him, boiling beneath the surface. How dare she find a substitute of the man he loved and defile them in who knows how many ways.

He was rightfully pissed. It was as though Han Xin was reduced to an object that can be replaced for another.

"Recognize him," Peng Xiu said, her fingertip gliding around the man's chest, mocking and playful.

"Why should I? I don't know him?" Xiang Yu shot back, his voice steady but infused with rage.

"You are right," she replied with a smirk, "he is still not as good as the original."