In front of Flossie Wright, he could never maintain that determination.
Whenever she wanted, she could overturn all his decisions.
Pausing for a moment, Flossie Wright glanced at him a few times.
Her gaze swept inch by inch over this man she wanted to be close to, but was always separated by countless barriers, still trying desperately to retain one last chance.
Unsure of her feelings.
A bit weary, but also somewhat softened.
She didn't particularly like such earnest conversations.
When she made up her mind, a person trying to change her decision would normally annoy her the most, yet inexplicably, upon seeing this face and that unspeakable emotion of wanting to recover...
It wasn't enough to sway her.
But there arose some unclear meaning.
Thus, Flossie Wright let out a long sigh.
"Alright."
Finally, Flossie Wright agreed with a word.
A single word.
Reaching an agreement.
Also indicating, she's starting to yield.
