"Do you know why we have to suffer?" Flossie Wright's voice was slightly heavy, with a preachy tone.
"Why?" Becca Reyes shamelessly asked.
"Because we need to enjoy." Flossie said deliberately.
"..."
Becca Reyes made a face as if she had seen a ghost.
"..."
Sandy Cruz, who was beside them, overheard their conversation, and his face stiffened slightly, casting a peculiar glance at Flossie.
He could rate her acting skills a nine out of ten.
After a moment of stunned silence, Becca Reyes had a mournful look on her face, nearly forcing out her tears, she repeated, "Flossie, you've changed."
"Mmm?"
Flossie raised her eyebrows at her, looking relaxed.
"I give up."
With a chicken wing in hand, Becca Reyes bowed to her, admitting defeat.
So, Flossie let her go.
Becca Reyes quickly moved a meter to the side, eyeing her warily, "Are you sure you're not possessed by a ghost?"
"..."
Flossie didn't pay her any attention at all.
"Sure?"
