Mr. Vincent (2)

His hair was white. He had worn a hat when he came here, and now he took it off. His silver hair was very eye-catching.

"I'm not your brother." Vincent looked at her with a gentle smile, "You can call me by my name or Mr. Vincent, but you can't call me brother."

Emily felt that he was a little strange, but she obediently called him Mr. Vincent. She didn't even realize why she had chosen to call him Mr. Vincent. She felt like that she had always called him that.

But she had just learnt what his name was.

"Write it down for me. Your name."

As she pondered over it with her head dropping, a slender hand handed a pen and a notebook to her. In beautiful handwriting, 'Vincent' was striking on the paper.

How strange. She clearly did not know this name. However, the moment she saw it, an image flashed into her mind: she was sitting at the table and writing 'Vincent' repeatedly.

She took the pen and wrote down her name under his.

"Emily." Vincent read softly.