Chapter 47

The night wind blew colder and colder, and I pulled my oversized jacket over my body, this shirt Vincent gave me with a thing. I reached out my hand to touch my pocket; the palm of my hand conveyed a cold feeling like a cold burn. A gun with real bullets inside makes it easy to finish anyone.

When Vincent gave it to me, I was surprised and asked him. "Aren't you afraid I'll use it to pierce your heart?"

Vincent casually smirked. "If you can afford it, I won't stop you. But before you do anything, you must consider the consequences, the benefits, and the harms."

I gripped the gun in my hand, then turned towards him, my index finger trembling, but eventually had to put it down. Vincent's lips smiled calmly as if my actions were all part of his calculations.

I sighed, frustrated at my weakness. I walked along the asphalt road, listening to the wind rustling on the trees and finding a sense of peace I had long lost. A few good memories rushed into my mind when the incident had not happene