Chapter 23

When I woke up the following day, I checked that the man beside me was still fast asleep. It wasn't a dream, the warmth was still there, and the genuine feeling left me dumbfounded. Not cold blocks of ice, disgusted faces, but a warm arm that carried me under his wings.

I peeked at the side of Vincent's face for a bit; when I saw him move, I quickly closed my eyes to hide the mixed emotions in my eyes.

A gentle voice rang in my ear. "When you wake up, don't pretend to be asleep."

I raised my eyes; the feeling of being exposed made me a little shy.

Vincent kissed me lightly on the forehead and said. "Next time you want to pretend, you have to pay attention to your breathing a bit; no one wakes up in the morning breathing so fast."

I lowered my eyes, became calm, and slowly nodded.

After that day, we still lived together, and no one actively talked about the past. Vincent never asked me what my life was like in Camp A, nor did I ever think to tell him. Even so, I heard shocking news thr