She is a very logical person.
The later the night, the colder the wind, yet the person running in the night breeze could not feel the slightest chill.
Physical strength was gradually being drained, and awareness was slowly disappearing. When stamina was pushed to its limits, only willpower could keep her going. Flossie Wright stubbornly gritted her teeth as she completed her second lap, maintaining a constant speed throughout.
And, counting the time, even if they had been jogging at a leisurely pace, they had been running for nearly four hours.
"That's enough."
Seeing her physical capabilities reaching their breaking point, Glenn Hutchinson timely said, and before she could flop onto the ground, he extended his hand to steady her.
At the same time, without waiting for Flossie to shake off his hand, he directly led her forward - an offhanded question slipped from his lips, seeming as casual as everyday conversation, "Are you good at striking up conversations?"
