She didn’t even notice.
No wonder she hadn’t heard any noise from Uncle Gu and the others.
They had all fallen asleep leaning against the backs of their seats.
Gu Qiaoqiao checked her watch. Oh, it was already ten o’clock at night.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
Still, something felt off.
How could all four bodyguards be asleep? Normally, they would sleep only after she had fallen asleep when they went out.
Then it must be because they had been tense and exhausted from the journey up to now.
That’s what Gu Qiaoqiao thought.
She was very confident in her own combat power.
She also knew that in many situations, she could protect herself even better than these four bodyguards.
If it were not for their company, her chances of escaping danger would be even greater.
But that was something she couldn’t say out loud.
After all, it wasn’t possible for her to go out alone.
Better safe than sorry.
What if something really did happen?
She could not be reborn and live her life over again.
So Gu Qiaoqiao would never take that risk.
Even though she felt something was amiss,
Gu Qiaoqiao managed to suppress her emotions very well.
The bulletproof vest was already on.
And with a dagger and the ever-present slingshot gun, she was practically invincible.
Moreover, anything she took in her hand turned into a deadly weapon.
Gu Qiaoqiao wasn’t overly concerned about her safety.
But the man in front of her, Dongfang Yu, despite his gentle and jade-like demeanor, certainly wasn’t as mild as his appearance suggested.
Just like having dynamite wrapped inside soft cloth,
and one never knew when the dynamite might explode from within, ripping the protective cloth into shreds.
While Gu Qiaoqiao was deep in thought, Dongfang Yu across her seemed to have sensed her mood and smiled imperceptibly, but he didn’t speak again.
Instead, he leaned back with his White Cat in his arms, squinted his eyes, and soon appeared to be asleep.
At this time, Gu Qiaoqiao was the only one in the carriage not resting.
Gu Qiaoqiao shifted her position slightly.
The carriage was truly quiet.
It seemed as though everyone had fallen asleep at the same moment.
At that time, the White Cat’s eyes were half-closed.
The purple glow emanating from its purple eyes was especially heart-stirring under the dim yellow light.
Gu Qiaoqiao stood up to straighten her clothes, discreetly sizing up Dongfang Yu and the White Cat.
Then she closed her eyes, and with the clattering sound of the train, she, too, fell into slumber.
But she didn’t sleep well that night.
It was a fitful rest, waking up and falling back to sleep repeatedly.
And every time she awoke, in a daze, she could see Dongfang Yu’s motionless figure across from her.
He seemed as still as a monk in deep meditation.
And for some reason, throughout the journey, no travelers ever took the two seats opposite them.
Even so, the sky had already brightened.
After washing up, Gu Qiaoqiao and Uncle Gu sat together, ate some dry food, and drank some water.
Turning back, she saw that the man had woken up, but sat in a languid pose, gazing at the landscape speeding by outside the window.
In fact, the view outside was rather bleak.
Despite not being a desert, the greenery had faded with time, and there were no evergreens like in the North.
So, the scene looked terribly desolate.
What was he watching?
Or perhaps he was simply lost in his own thoughts.