His mind raced, imagining Xiang Yu kissing that woman passionately, just as Xiang Yu had kissed him that night. He clenched his fists at his sides, restraining himself from eliminating her on the spot. His jealousy coiled around his heart, tightening its grip with every breath. The idea of Xiang Yu bound to another woman gnawed at Han Xin's mind.
After she spoke to him, Han Xin continued walking, showing no care to assist her. The picture of Xiang Yu laughing and smiling with her earlier pissed him off even more. The image stung, igniting a fire within him. He quickened his pace, the air thick with tension. He wanted to ask Xiang Yu why, if he liked him so much, he would meet with her, smile at her, and kiss her.
