"You can't be here. Leave."
She continued to vent her fury, kicking Xiang Yu as he took the beating without a sound. When she finally stepped back, her chest heaving and her knuckles bloodied, she expected him to relent. Instead, a malicious chuckle escaped Xiang Yu's lips as he raised his head. His laughter died abruptly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his smile vanishing.
"Go on, keep hitting me," he taunted. "I have already won. The man you did this all for only sees me. I have his heart, and you… you have nothing." His face, smeared with blood, twisted into a cruel grin. "Watch me take him away from you and leave you with nothing."
Peng Xiu's body stiffened, her mind racing with thoughts of how Han Xin had looked at this counterfeit. She became manic, her voice rising in a scream. "No! How could he fall for you? Who do you think you are?"