Vermillion Bird didn't think much of it. "I'm born single and will die single."
A solitary figure from start till the end. Coming and going silently.
The man sized her up quietly and then said, "Mercenary is not a long-term solution, nor is it a lifelong business. People will eventually grow old. When they are old and no longer have the strength to hold a gun or fight with others, what… will you do?"
"Retire." Vermillion Bird said, "I've already thought about it. I'll retire when I'm 35, buy a high-end apartment in the most prosperous location in Los Angeles, and raise a Doberman. Those are the most comfortable days I can imagine."
"Never thought about marriage?"
"Marriage?" When Vermillion Bird heard this word, she smiled.
"Marriage is really scary… To me, this word is simply a calamity."
She smiled and continued, "I won't get married. Not in this lifetime."
"What a lonely life."
The man commented mercilessly.
