"Vincent, do you think you're great? Do you feel that you're particularly great if you're able to take everything on your own? Do you feel like you are a saint now?"
Sandy spoke very slowly, almost word by word.
The setting sun was shedding a golden light over Vincent's shoulders, making him look more miserable.
He did not speak. He just looked at a certain place quietly, as if he couldn't hear or see anything, and either could he think about anything.
Sandy stood up and ran to him madly. "Answer me! Do you feel that you are particularly great? Do you feel like you are a saint?"
Her fists hit Vincent in the chest with heavy force, and she was hitting him harder and harder.
Vincent felt the pain, but he didn't say a word and just let her continue to hit him on his should
