Chapter 98 Book 3 Intruder
Long Hai's frustration boiled like a simmering pot that threatened to overflow. It had been days since his chance encounter with Li An on that quiet street. The memory of her delicate hands shamelessly touching and performing miracles to save that injured man haunted him. Her calm, commanding voice as she diagnosed the wound, her fluid, confident movements as she worked—it all replayed in his mind like a song he could not escape. Yet, what irked him most was the effect she had on him. It was unnatural. He had faced armies, fought against cunning spies, and survived deadly skirmishes, but none of those experiences had shaken him to his core like Li An.
"She's bewitched me," he muttered to himself, pacing his quarters late at night. The candles flickered, casting long shadows on the walls, but their dim light offered no solace. "That evil woman has cast a spell on me."