Before, even if he really disliked Flossie Wright's pestering, he rarely ever lost his temper with her.
Clean-cut, he was just a likeable young man.
But now—
As he ran as a punishment, there were quite a few people running with him, all his teammates, laughing and chatting beside him.
The view was dim, but as he got closer, she could still make out his features clearly.
His tall, handsome silhouette, with a training uniform wet at the shoulders, a handsome face that was calm, showing not a hint of impatience or anxiety, as if such an angry punishment couldn't stir a bit of rebellion in him.
Time and experience had gradually refined him.
Since her rebirth, from their initial meeting up to now, Flossie had clearly noticed his changes.
Or rather, his growth.
His temperament was more stable, his beliefs stronger, his will firmer.
Flossie knew very well that he was willing to accept the punishment and run those fifty laps to protect her.
Twenty thousand meters.
"Hey!"
