Thinking about Adrian Walyon not wanting to admit his identity, he must have his reasons, Summer Sutton pondered for a while and ultimately shook her head.
"Someone as outstanding as your friend, wherever he gets hurt, I believe the outside world would be very concerned." Awkwardly, she explained herself.
Alexander Winslow's gaze at her carried a hint of suspicion.
Summer Sutton's attention wasn't on chatting with him at all; ever since she appeared, her gaze almost never left the figure in the wheelchair.
"I just remembered, I have something to do, let's chat next time." Casually finding an excuse, Summer Sutton ended the conversation with Alexander Winslow and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
...
After Summer Sutton left, her gaze occasionally drifted towards the silhouette under the distant cherry blossom tree, filled with thoughts of how she could see the other's face.
