Captain Darion Griffin instinctively straightened his back, looking over in the direction of the hospital bed without putting down what was in his hands.
The female soldier named Flossie Wright was lying on the bed at this moment, wearing a white hospital gown, but it exuded more aura than a military uniform.
Her complexion appeared slightly pale, yet hardly weak, instead her brow and eyes carried indifference, a pair of slender eyes slightly narrowed, sharp and cold, and the moment she lifted her gaze, it fell upon him.
Almost instinctively, Captain Darion Griffin was intimidated by her aura.
He felt a murderous intent coming directly at him.
Strong, as if in the next moment, it could transform into a sword piercing into the heart.
Maybe because of her aura, maybe due to the guilt in his heart, after being stared at by her for two moments, Captain Darion Griffin voluntarily softened his stance, his face showing an appropriately kind smile.
