The man in the wheelchair still didn't respond at all.
Alexander Winslow shrugged helplessly, not asking further.
As he pushed the wheelchair, Alexander greeted others at the scene, "President Chapman, what a coincidence!"
"President Chase, you're here too!"
"Good afternoon, Mr. Lee!"
Summer Sutton stood behind, her gaze followed the direction the two left, then turned to the petals in her palm.
The cherry blossom petal that had just fallen from the man's hand in the wheelchair; April cherry blossoms, carrying a slight chill, just like the temperature of his palm.
Summer Sutton stared at the petal, her lips suddenly curled up slightly...
After Alexander Winslow arrived, he pushed the man in the wheelchair around the venue, chatting with clients one by one.
Summer Sutton stood not far from them at any given moment, her eyes following the silhouette of the man in the wheelchair, never averting.
