"You do." Becca Reyes' tightly furrowed brows loosened slightly, her voice suddenly softening, "At the very least, I want to hear your thoughts."
Here, excluding Calvin Ramos, the one she cared about the most was also Flossie Wright.
"I have no thoughts."
Flossie Wright abruptly rejected.
Becca Reyes stared at her dejectedly, querying, "Are you angry?"
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Flossie Wright replied, "No."
"Then..."
"This is your decision."
"And then?"
"I'm not good at meddling in other people's decisions."
"I'm very confused right now." Becca Reyes bit her lip, "Have you ever been in love?"
"No."
"Then, I guess I asked the wrong person."
Nodding slightly, Becca Reyes melancholically walked upstairs.
Indeed, she asked the wrong person. How could she seek advice from Flossie Wright?
They were never the same kind of person to begin with.
