Chapter 232 Book 5 Gi Ania's Rage
The sun filtered in through white silk curtains, casting long amber lines across the marble floor. A soft breeze carried the scent of camellias from a distant courtyard, the gentle rustle of wind-chimes echoing like laughter in an empty room.
Gi Ania stirred.
Her eyelids fluttered, lashes wet from a restless sleep. The first thing she noticed was the softness beneath her — an unfamiliar bed, its blankets scented with lotus and medicinal herbs. Her brow furrowed. Slowly, she turned her head, eyes scanning the pristine chamber, decorated in Azure Feather Sect's signature blues and silvers. The walls were smooth and cold, the floor spotless. This wasn't her room.
A coldness curled in her gut.
She sat up, dizzy at first. Her arms trembled as memories fought to surface—scattered images, muffled voices, and the sharp sting of humiliation. Her breathing quickened. She clutched the silk sheets as flashes returned in full force.
Li An's face.
