Xiao found taking people's lives not to be a difficult task, given that he had been groomed to become a killer.

However, with you, it was different. It was puzzling. His missions had always defined Xiao's identity, but his latest one—the one ordering him to eliminate you—stirred a tinge of guilt within him. As he gazed down at your sleeping form, a sense of sorrow washed over him.

"Scoot over," Xiao whispered, gently nudging you after concealing his gun in the inner pocket of his jacket.