Perry Reed stood angrily in place.
He watched Flossie Wright leave, with a fierce rage and dark aura in his eyes, as if about to swallow everything.
When Flossie went to get the motorcycle, she encountered Ice.
"Where are you going this late?"
Ice glanced at her and asked with a furrowed brow.
"What about you?" Flossie retorted, raising her eyebrows and pulling out the keys.
"Just taking a walk."
Ice stood in the shadow of the tent, gazing at Flossie, his words were indifferent.
It was almost like a casual brush-off.
"I'm going for a ride."
Flossie mounted the motorcycle, her tone was equally dismissive.
Ice watched her, his brow slightly furrowed.
In the end, he didn't say much.
"Be careful," Ice advised after a while.
"Got it."
Flossie quickly replied.
Then she started the motorcycle and sped away in an instant.
Ice stood quietly in place, watching Flossie leave.
A faint worry flashed across his expression.
...
Late night.
The time had passed midnight.
