"And then?"
Flossie Wright turned away indifferently.
After a pause, Glenn Hutchinson said slowly, "Train well."
As soon as he finished speaking, Flossie forcefully shook his hand off, turned around without hesitation, and walked steadily towards the door.
The door opened, and then closed.
There wasn't the slightest hint of reluctance.
Looking at the closed door, where a silhouette was now obscured, it took Glenn Hutchinson a long while to lower his head and glance at his untouched desk.
Simultaneously, the screen of his phone lit up, accompanied by a subtle vibration. A new text message appeared.
[Remember to write a will.]
The frosty wind whistled in from the open window, lifting up the sheets of paper on the desk one by one.
As the screen of his phone dimmed again, Glenn Hutchinson's eyes flickered momentarily.
A will.
He had forgotten it many times already.
