His stare was so oppressive that Xiang Wan’s back went rigid as she rose to her feet. "I'm sorry." The suddenness of her movement sent the high slit of her qipao swinging. A prominent scar traced a line down her leg. Instead of marring her beauty, it seemed to complement the qipao’s embroidered pattern, adding a strangely seductive quality to her presence. Several pairs of eyes fixed on her, their