Knowing that she succeeded in defeating Vincent, Cathy chuckled happily, and soon they were both greeted by the audience's cheers.
"Nice play, pretty sister!"
"That was a cool play!"
"Blood?! Pretty sister, your hand is injured!" announced one of the young kids making Vincent dash towards Cathy.
Cathy wore a white long-sleeved shirt, so it wouldn't be hard to notice a red spot on it.
Vincent folded the girl's right sleeve as if he owned it to see the cause of the red spot. He frowned when he saw a small scratch on the smooth skin while bleeding a little.
"How come you get hurt? When did this happen?"
"I have no idea. Is this blood?" Cathy's innocent question had made Vincent stunned. "No wonder why it hurt a little earlier. I have no idea."
Vincent snickered to himself. He had forgotten the fact that Cathy couldn't distinguish colors. So she wouldn't know if there was blood on her shirt.
