Chandra Milton looked up, her eyes revealing the smile in Flossie Wright's eyes.
The shining black eyes shone like the stars in the night sky, somehow possessing a tremble-inducing charm.
"I won."
Flossie lifted her sniper rifle onto her shoulder and said to Chandra Milton.
Her cool voice wasn't boastful despite the victory; she was just calmly stating a fact, more like a notification to him.
"Mm."
Chandra Milton responded with a sound.
He was indeed somewhat unwilling to accept it.
Glancing up, Flossie's gaze slid dispassionately over him, not lingering, and she turned to leave.
She had to hurry.
Before long, her retreating figure disappeared into the dense thicket.
Chandra Milton watched her figure vanish.
"Flossie Wright..."
He called out her name in a low, very light murmur, brows locked.
They said she was a novice sniper...
But Chandra Milton had to admit that he had indeed lost a move to Flossie Wright in this encounter.