Food was plentiful; whatever she wanted to eat was available. Her spirits high, she ran for six hours every day in her room and didn't feel tired at all.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
As she was deep in thought, the meal delivery arrived.
Not as silent as before, Flossie Wright pondered for a moment, then jumped off the bed and strode toward the door.
Just then, the person outside just came with the meal and asked in a low voice, "Awake?"
"Mm."
As she walked over, Flossie Wright responded indifferently.
"Cough cough," the person coughed lightly, then tentatively asked, "Do you know what day it is now?"
"Day seven," Flossie Wright stated calmly, taking the tray of food.
There was silence on the other side for a moment, then quickly, the voice continued, "Do you want to give up?"
"No."
Flossie Wright's brows twitched slightly, but her refusal was very decisive.
"Really don't want to?" The other party seemed surprised.
"Really don't want to."
