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Summer Sutton forgot to react upon seeing Manuel Ink.

In this moment, in such an environment, being able to see him was something Summer Sutton had never expected.

His appearance made Summer Sutton, who had been plunged into despair, see a glimmer of hope.

Manuel Ink shifted the umbrella he was holding slightly over her head, his thin lips moved slightly, responding softly, "Hm."

Now, he was no longer questioning the meaning of the word "sun" she mentioned before.

The nickname Summer Sutton gave him was purely offhand, yet he seemed to accept it without question.

Summer Sutton stared at him intently for at least five minutes. After coming back to her senses, she was somewhat excited, "You’re not dead! You’re not dead! That’s so great!"

As if not quite believing what she saw was real, her hand landed on his arm, pinching here and there, squeezing the muscles and feeling his warm veins before coming back to her senses again.

"After we parted at the dock last time, I wasn’t assured and later went back, but didn’t see you anywhere. During this time, I was worried sick about you." Summer Sutton checked him over, speaking somewhat incoherently.

Manuel Ink had given her several chances of survival, seeing him well made Summer Sutton genuinely happy from the bottom of her heart.

Manuel Ink seemed surprised by her reaction to seeing him, her agitation stunned him for a moment.

Rain continued to fall around them.

Raindrops pattering down, outside the small umbrella world, everything was shrouded in rain mist.

The thin umbrella, saturated with rainwater, appeared somewhat overloaded.

Summer Sutton stared at Manuel Ink for a while, recalling her purpose for coming here, the excitement on her face slowly hardened.

"Are you with the Ink Family?" she asked, tentatively.

Manuel Ink didn’t speak after her question.

Obviously, his silence confirmed Summer Sutton’s question.

If he wasn’t with the Ink Family, how could he appear before her in circumstances like this?

His casual attire didn’t look like that of a visiting guest.

His silence reignited hope in Summer Sutton’s eyes, "Really? That’s wonderful!"

Clutching his arm, Summer Sutton was somewhat excited, "I have something really, really important to ask for your help, I’ve been waiting for you here for two days, Sun, can you help me?"

At this moment, she couldn’t be more battered, her hair wetly clinging to her face, her whole body soaked, she looked like she had just climbed out of water, but she couldn’t care less.

Her hand trembled as she held onto Manuel Ink’s hand, her eyes even turning red.

No one knew the despair she felt while waiting here so long from yesterday to today, Manuel Ink was all her hope now.

Wasn’t he part of this family?

Surely the Old Master Ink had something to do with him?

As long as he’s willing to help, Summer Sutton believes any problem can be easily solved.

Manuel Ink glanced lightly down, looking at where she held onto his arm.

Summer Sutton was drenched, even her hands were wet, holding onto Manuel Ink’s arm, his light blue shirt was almost immediately soaked by the water from her hands.

On the thin fabric appeared a stain that didn’t quite match his clean demeanor.

Manuel Ink’s aura was too cold and aloof, too clean, Summer Sutton’s actions just now even made her feel she had stained his sanctity.

Summer Sutton froze for a few seconds, awkwardly withdrawing her hand.