Glenn Hutchinson walked straight over.
Under the night sky, seen from a looking-up angle, his figure was even more upright and straight. Even without wearing a military uniform, he exuded an aura of righteousness.
When he walked to her side, Glenn Hutchinson didn't speak
but sat down directly beside her.
"Sleep?"
He tilted his head to look at her and asked softly.
"Mm."
Mentioning this, Flossie Wright felt a bit drowsy and nodded.
Since the gathering last night till now, she hadn't closed her eyes for a minute. She had been on the move the whole day, exhausting both her body and mind.
"I'll wake you when it's time."
Lowering his gaze, Glenn Hutchinson's voice was gentle.
"Mm."
Flossie Wright responded softly.
"Wait."
As her hand was just supporting on the grassland, Flossie paused, then frowned at Glenn Hutchinson.
"Hm?"
Glenn Hutchinson expressed a sound of curiosity.
