No need to guess, Flossie Wright could already tell what they were thinking.
It was nothing more than her bullying a little girl or something like that.
So, with a frown, Flossie Wright grabbed Sophie Fitch by the shoulder and dragged her away.
Sophie Fitch didn't react in time and instinctively sped up to catch up with Flossie.
Fifteen minutes later.
Sophie Fitch and Flossie Wright sat on the park steps.
Sophie Fitch held a big pile of snacks in her hand.
Barbecue, cotton candy, candied hawthorn, and some little trinkets.
"Tasty."
Finally stopping her tears, Sophie Fitch began to demolish the snacks in her hands.
It wasn't eating, but some form of venting.
Her gaze was vicious, she ate savagely, swallowed brutally.
After sitting for a few minutes, Flossie Wright played with the military knife in her hand, glancing at her indifferently, "Do you plan to keep eating?"
The cool voice landed in her ears unhurriedly, as if it could easily soothe the heart.
