Xiang Yu leaned back against his chair with an imposing presence. His aura was suffocating, like a thick fog that pressed down on everything nearby. But Peng Xiu, shackled before him, was unyielding. She met his gaze, defiance sparking in her eyes.
"I am curious," Xiang Yu said, his voice steady, "what is your obsession with Han Xin?" The question hung between them, heavy with implications. He wanted to understand the depths of Peng Xiu's fixation, the dark roots it had in their past. Yet, when she didn't respond, he let out a frustrated sigh. "Why bother asking when I already know the answer?"
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Look at him. Who wouldn't be obsessed with him?"
