Kaka's headquarters, London.
Wushuang had flown for over ten hours to London and then gone straight to an assassination. She was mentally and physically exhausted. She didn't say much to Kaka, leaning back and drifting off to sleep. People like them never slept easily in unfamiliar places.
Moreover, their sleep was always light, and it was even harder to fall asleep while driving.
However, in less than five minutes, Wushuang was in a deep sleep.
Her breathing was even, her dark hair was spread out, covering her pale cheek. Her long, curled eyelashes rested gently on her face. Asleep, she had no aggression, as docile as a little white rabbit, lacking the Queen-like aura she had when awake, appearing like a girl waiting to be cherished.
At a traffic light, Kaka stared, lost in thought.
