Under the night sky, Glenn Hutchinson spoke slowly.
However, just as he turned around, Flossie Wright suddenly raised her hand and grabbed his shoulder.
"Be safe." After a slight hesitation, Flossie reminded him.
Pausing for a moment, Glenn's expression softened somewhat.
"Mm."
He responded lightly.
The next moment, he left.
He walked past, the gentle breeze swaying, accompanied by the soft rustle of leaves.
Flossie focused her gaze, watching the direction he departed, her brows slightly knitted, until his figure completely disappeared into the darkness.
After a long while, Flossie retracted her gaze.
No matter how much she trusted Glenn Hutchinson's capabilities, Flossie still felt some unease.
Often, when things are out of control, one anticipates countless bad outcomes.
Flossie timely suppressed her wild thoughts.
The sky was pitch-black.
