Chapter 152 Book 4 Long Hai's Feelings
The wooden shutters of the small inn creaked softly as a cool breeze drifted through the room, carrying with it the scent of pine and the faint, lingering traces of blood from the earlier battle. Li An lay on the simple straw-filled mattress, resting but not asleep. Her long, dark lashes cast shadows against her cheeks, and her chest rose and fell steadily. She knew Long Hai was near before she even heard his footsteps.
Long Hai pushed the door open without hesitation. The candle on the wooden nightstand flickered, illuminating his sharp yet weary features. He carried the scent of steel and rain-soaked earth but also a sweet scent of citrus, his posture as straight as a blade even in this moment of supposed ease.