Sure, here is the translation:
Sumr Sutton forgot to react upon seeing Manuel Ink.
In this mont, in such an environnt, being able to see him was sothing Sumr Sutton had never expected.
His appearance made Sumr Sutton, who had been plunged into despair, see a glimr 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 aning of the word "sun" she ntioned before.
The nickna Sumr Sutton gave him was purely offhand, yet he seed to accept it without question.
Sumr Sutton stared at him intently for at least five minutes. After coming back to her senses, she was sowhat 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 ti, I wasn’t assured and later went back, but didn’t see you anywhere. During this ti, I was worried sick about you." Sumr Sutton checked him over, speaking sowhat incoherently.
Manuel Ink had given her several chances of survival, seeing him well made Sumr Sutton genuinely happy from the bottom of her heart.
Manuel Ink seed surprised by her reaction to seeing him, her agitation stunned him for a mont.
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 sowhat overloaded.
Sumr Sutton stared at Manuel Ink for a while, recalling her purpose for coming here, the excitent 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 confird Sumr 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 Sumr Sutton’s eyes, "Really? That’s wonderful!"
Clutching his arm, Sumr Sutton was sowhat excited, "I have sothing really, really important to ask for your help, I’ve been waiting for you here for two days, Sun, can you help ?"
At this mont, 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 sothing to do with him?
As long as he’s willing to help, Sumr Sutton believes any problem can be easily solved.
Manuel Ink glanced lightly down, looking at where she held onto his arm.
Sumr Sutton was drenched, even her hands were wet, holding onto Manuel Ink’s arm, his light blue shirt was almost imdiately soaked by the water from her hands.
On the thin fabric appeared a stain that didn’t quite match his clean deanor.
Manuel Ink’s aura was too cold and aloof, too clean, Sumr Sutton’s actions just now even made her feel she had stained his sanctity.
Sumr Sutton froze for a few seconds, awkwardly withdrawing her hand.
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