Flossie Wright, oh Flossie Wright...
Why do you always find yourself in trouble?
...
On the training ground.
The heavy snow had just stopped, and the track that the soldiers had walked on countless times was covered in a fresh layer of white snow after half an hour without footsteps.
The person punished with ten laps had finished and left.
The one from the same dormitory punished with ten laps had also finished and left.
It was past nine o'clock, yet Flossie Wright and Devina Millet were still running on the track.
The sky was deeply dark, with only the faint light of the street lamps barely illuminating the surrounding track.
She could no longer feel the cold.
The thin training clothes were originally incapable of withstanding such cold, but the sweating Flossie Wright was so hot that the invading cold wind even felt refreshing to her.