Cathy's Weakness (2)

"Vincent, to tell you the truth, I used to be able to see colors. At least I know what red, blue, yellow, common colors like that look like. I know. Even I can imagine it, and sometimes I can see various colors in my dreams."

Cathy became more nervous seeing Vincent's confused face.

"You're not color blind from birth?"

"No. I could still see colors until I was ten."

"What happened?"

Once again, Cathy chewed her lip unconsciously.

"If this stresses you out, you don't need to continue it," Vincent spoke while coaxing her to let go of the biting gently with his thumb. "You know, you have to get rid of this bad habit of yours on this one. Why do you like to make your lips bleed every time you stress out?"

Cathy was stunned to hear an annoyed tone in Vincent's voice. Is the man angry because she hurt herself? Not. This is not the time to think about this.

"Vincent .."