Josh’s indirect coma lasted for less than three seconds before she sat up from the sofa again.
“May I know who you’re referring to, Carrie?”
Josh sat on the sofa and asked Carrie, who was sitting opposite her, very seriously.
Her good friend, Rydell, also sat beside Josh nervously.
“Is it Carrie van Donnell, or do you think you’ll know better if I use the title of the flower of Faroese? Little Josh, don’t tell me you don’t know about the flower of Faroese?”
Carrie could also hear the seriousness in Josh’s voice, so she sat there and answered Josh in a serious tone.
“No, no, no, I know who the flower of Faroese is, and I know who Carrie is, but she’s a very, very good actress, a very, very good kind of actress.”
Josh realized how few adjectives he could use to describe the flower of Faroese.
If the popularity of the actors in this world was given a name, the flower of Faroese would undoubtedly win the first place.
