257 Interlude (2)

At a quiet, peaceful beach that evening, a figure showed up without any warning. This was a man with raven black hair wearing a black suit. He looked young, but there was a mature presence about him. He was very handsome, and when necessary, he could put on the charm. At that moment, however, he had a lazy expression on. The man yawned and scratched at his rather ruffled hair like he had nothing better to do.

Vincent appeared like he was waiting for something to happen. He peered into the horizon, and his gaze soon lingered on the northwestern corner of the sky. There was a single cloud floating there, a solitary cloud. It appeared so dignified and unique in the dusking sky. Time was slowly slipping away, and the sun dropped behind the horizon. The cloud gradually expanded toward the eastern and western side, forming a hue of sunset glow down the horizon. From afar, it looked like a beach that was dangling in the sky.