Colin woke up.
He surveyed his surroundings and realized that he was still in the tent where he had been before.
He couldn't tell how many days he had been unconscious, but judging from the faint light sneaking into the tent, he could tell it was now night.
Aside from him, there was one other person in the tent—Vera.
She was quietly lying on the edge of the bed, seemingly asleep.
Colin gazed at Vera's snowy white hair, a trace of warmth surfacing in his heart.
There was no denying that his previous antics relied heavily on his immortality, all for the sake of putting on a show.
But maybe... he somehow got carried away...
Thinking back, he realized he could control his condition when he first got injured.
But the second time, when he stepped in to shield Vera from a bullet, he was struggling to cope.
The excruciating pain and the severe wound prevented Colin from stopping the bleeding in time.
On top of that, he saw some images that were inappropriate for children to see...
