In Eastlandia, Glenn Hutchinson solely relies on her rank to represent her.
Here, it's different.
"They look at the token," Glenn Hutchinson said with a calm expression.
Flossie Wright rolled her eyes at him.
"Be good, get some sleep, and I'll accompany you over in the afternoon."
Raising his hand, Glenn Hutchinson patted her head.
After a silent moment, Flossie Wright pouted, "I'm hungry."
"What do you want to eat?" Glenn Hutchinson bent down and asked very patiently.
Thinking for a moment, Flossie Wright said, "Steamed buns."
"I'll go get them."
Glenn Hutchinson responded immediately.
Watching Glenn Hutchinson walk out the door, Flossie Wright pressed her temples, thought deeply for a moment, and eventually lay back down obediently.
Her whole body was in pain, every cell was screaming. After a whole night of fighting, feeling fortunate to have survived, she began to deal with the headache of the lingering aftereffects.
For instance, her body.
