He didn't think Flossie Wright would pay attention to the scars on his body. So, Flossie's reaction was somewhat unexpected.
It felt like...
She knew about this scar.
"How did you get it?"
Flossie Wright withdrew her hand and casually asked.
She then took off her backpack and pulled out some spare bandages and disinfectant.
"Took a hit for someone."
With a nonchalant answer, Glenn Hutchinson was staring intently at Flossie Wright.
"Oh?"
Flossie Wright squinted her eyes and asked in a slightly lifted tone, genuinely interested.
Glenn Hutchinson looked down at her for a moment, slightly puzzled, but Flossie gave nothing away. It seemed like she was just asking out of simple curiosity without any intense intrigue.
With that, he stopped scrutinizing her. Glenn Hutchinson opened his mouth solemnly, "A friend."
He had been injured for his comrades, but the origin of this scar was not due to a comrade, but someone who was opposed to them.
