"I'm leaving first."
After sorting things out, Flossie Wright prepared to leave.
"Wait."
Rowdy Brightwill suddenly called out to her.
Her turning movement halted, and Flossie Wright slightly lifted her eyes, looking at Rowdy Brightwill's somewhat embarrassed face through the veil of rain.
"More than two months ago, during that live operation, did you see someone get killed?" Staring at her, Rowdy Brightwill's expression was stiff, as if his nerves were taut.
"I did."
Flossie Wright nodded, her expression not changing much.
Raindrops fell on the umbrella, Rowdy Brightwill stood upright, his handsome features tinged with a somber hue.
He hesitated, wondering whether to ask.
"Got something to ask?" Flossie Wright directly helped him speak.
"Yes."
Rowdy Brightwill responded decisively.
"Go ahead," Flossie Wright said succinctly.
After pausing for a moment, Rowdy Brightwill's gaze drifted, then settled on Flossie Wright, his voice low and heavy, "Have you killed someone?"