A glimmer named hope.
The masked man only made this one gesture, yet it let her see hope.
In this world, the one who won't let her suffer the slightest grievance, who won't allow anyone to take the least advantage of her, has always been only Adrian Walyon!
If the man before her isn't Adrian, why did he help her just now?
Summer Sutton suddenly felt that all her careful planning to come here today was worth it.
The man was already pushing the wheelchair, moving forward slowly.
Summer Sutton snapped back to reality and quickly followed him.
He clearly didn't enjoy the hustle and bustle, leaving the socializing to Alexander Winslow and retreating to a quiet spot in the garden himself.
Summer followed him, gazing at his mask which shimmered with silver under the moonlight; her voice was very soft, "Adrian, I know it's you! From the moment you appeared at the scene this afternoon, and I held your hand, I knew."
