"Because you're in London."
The words were spoken casually, an understatement. Wushuang looked out at the sea with a composed smile, as if this was the most natural declaration. The answer flowed out without a hint of embarrassment or self-consciousness.
Kaka's self-control was astounding. He wasn't particularly shocked by her words, but he stared deeply at Wushuang. The sea breeze lifted her long hair, seemingly clouding his eyes. He suddenly recalled an event from ten years ago.
That year, Wushuang was fifteen.
She was already a stunning young woman, slender, tall, self-assured, and utterly free-spirited. Freshly returned from field training in the Middle East, she carried an air of competent dominance and a subtle darkness. Perhaps because she was just emerging from two years of intense, brutal training, the Wushuang of that time hadn't yet learned how to temper her sharpness or naturally display a typical side of herself.
